I Saw That Look Paroles

is the relegation of minds and hearts to the answering of the impending question:
to live or to die free?

we'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...

there's a force inside of me
some kind of burning fever
that makes me feel alive and beautiful;
the creation inherent in destruction, the pulse of dissent
the heartbeat of an ancient struggle.

there's a sickness in the air
a final yearning clamour
let's lynch the heros of distraction
and feel the fire course through our veins down to our fingertips
and thus destroy your cities of gold.

we'll shake with the fear and hate of centuries...

the crackle of radio static between us
as the struggle changes from being state versus people
to being creativity versus stagnation.
and would you believe
could you imagine
the spark in the air that made us all feel a hundred metres tall?
so we swayed to that incessant beat,
a thousand hearts as one,
dancing in the morning sunshine
under a shower of streamers and broken glass.
the wall we dash ourselves on is blank perspex,
scratched with desperate fingernails,
and as that drummer raises his sticks for one last number
i realize i haven't seen a single naked pair of eyes along the whole damn line.
but then i catch it,
that glance of phyrric victory,
because you know the day is ours in the end.
so stop trying to hide it,
i've seen that look in your eyes.
i've seen it

we've only got just one chance to make this mark,
so we'd better make sure it's the best one.