| Flying Surf |
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| Psychotears Album | |
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Summoned desire, whipping like fire, burning nailing Strength by a smile, two burning eyes, can kill leech kings. Beware the dark nights, poison bites, placing the tricks. Our mind is flying higher, doped by a shine, bullet like riding There is no way to stop the run No one shall escape the holocaust. Just bang your head on walls of concrete Walk on the crowd on flying surf. Escape your mind; join the ride of the flying surf. Life is a crime if you'll take the bribe, prepare yourself, To leave the shadows, flight of arrows, sting steel, run of the free Shutting the mouths of men of the gallows, can't you hear the wind? Whispering the spell of summer dreams Showing you the way to live free! There is no way to stop the run No one shall escape the holocaust. And the run never ends. No wave to stop ourselves. We‘ve left the dead. The moon is now our friend.
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