Do you remember when we dreamt about the City of Lights?
So here we are it is us
Now we belong to the grey landscapes
Butterflies in the pink sky
Green water drowning our eyes now
Left to us
It was fun all the time that we had yesterday
Under the neon lights
Left to us Down your spine all the lights
Left to us
Yeah but
I remember the blurred time when we decided to draft away
Took the streets fight the class
With our art so right Doesn't metter our skins or our home or our hopes
Well the papers: that is a fun thing to talk about
How often do you think about your writing?
Don't mind that your f*cking piece of meat rules the peace
Judge their sex close the borders and control the rights
Think that it's alright to punch the movements that don't shield your knifes
U little piece of shit?
But it doesn't mind we can forget it all
In this night under the neon lights
So here we are it is us left to us
Do you remember the long days? Wasting time
Take a breath you are golden blue
How often do you think about your writing?
Don't mind that your f*cking piece of meat rules the peace
Judge their sex close the borders and control the rights
Think that it's alright to hide the sparks that don't fit your mind
U little piece of?
So here we are left to us
Under the neon lights
Left to us it was fun all the time that we had yesterday
So here we are left to us
Under the neon lights
Left to us left to us under the neon lights yeah
And all the class-obsession doesn't mind
But keep the money f*ck the shame
These are us now we belong to the grey landscapes
Butterflies in the pink sky
Die to the model son now