G.a.s. Drummers Grey Words
Grey words are those to make me stay
On the thin line of desire and celebrating iconography.
What’s the price of submission?
Call it “breakdown”, call it “background”,
even executive violence.
Born and raised in disbelief, Educated by TV…
So easily burnt, weak, f..cked of the defeat,
Behind the showcase there’s a sordid landscape
with a battle of saints.
Show me scars and books with figures,
Erase the pain statistically,
Bring your self made man ambitions
Combined with your class –commodity.
I recall this history I more last shot to defy your
destiny.
