Joolz Facade
Here come the heroes in a blaze of energy
Hey, stand under your lights and preach
Heroes, preach to us good, stir us up
Tell us how to live, wrong from right
Make our thoughts for us
Give us back our pride
Like children lost in the night
We stretch out our hands to you
Here are our souls, take them
Here are our hearts, lead us
The arms stretch out in the darkness
And on the stage, in the temple
Terrified, exhilerated, adrenalin whipping
Faster than any speed
The heroes scream and dance...
Flawed, spoiled, helpless, driven half mad with ambition
Delivering messages with brutal strength
Demon gods of a modem hell
Poets, singers, apprentice christs
They believe, we believe, dark and bright
The power drives us on, purity, virtue, passion
They speak the names...
And inside, inside, cry
»Follow me! ... don't follow me
Believe in us! ... don't listen to us
We are weak, we aren't perfect
Believe our words, we speak the truth!
But oh, hear this if nothing else
If we had the strength, we could live it ourselves.«
