Slave to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave Work all day as men who know Wheels must turn to keep the flow Build on up, don
Don't have to hide your face, belive me It's just the storm my child and nothing more Don't be afraid of the trees Coming down to touch You know I keep
When I see you dancing now, when I hear your smile, there's a feeling I detest, what could be behind this and I open you the door just to let it in
The same old words, but I don't listen don't touch my nerves, I don't care I watch the sky and I feel nothing, and I don't care about who I am Don't
I can see you behind the curtain an I can smell you, it's unbelievable you got to feel my view touching You got to feel waht only angels can feel Watching
Some kind of hallucination anyway some kind of kick and I've got no need for reflections and I don't want to see the truth What a fire of strong impressions
The dust is darkening the sun, all around is bathed in grey the air is dry and warm, the silence's swallowing my steps the day is slipping away while
If you think you?re guilty when your wish gets strong get a new experience come and cross the line When the day comes closer and your passions fade
I know a place where we can go after all where the grass grows wild, green and strong there where nobody can know who we are waht we did and what we
Sorry that I ask you now sorry but I want to know why did you expect that it's yours, yours and onl yours sorry that I ask you now but someone has to
It's just the energy of hate, disappointing me it's just the simple wy of fate, it's so real I watch it all with my own eyes, my sensulity completely
