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• Artiste: Disco Inferno
• Titre: The Last Dance
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Every step that we tread, The dead are behind us; Throwing shadows out over our heads, And they live far in front of us. No oceans left to cross, no mountains left to climb, 'Cause that's what I've been told, And it's got so hard to look around And see just who can save you, if you don't have a pot of gold. Was there ever a time Like this? As the noise of the past Builds up into a crescendo, The layers of rubbish makes their plea Amplified a million times or more But our heads just can't cope, as we fall Into the arms of the waiting mystics, Books burning, barrels turning-- A billion wasted futures light up the night sky. Small hopes flash past the [...] While foreign forces wait and pray, And a fear of the future is so deep in our hearts, That they'll all but destroy ourselves Like the centuries-old feuds Being updated with high-tech weapons In the end it's not the future, But the past, that'll get us. I always believed [...] like this cost lives, That's why I was always in line for the sacrifice, But now my eyes point ahead Away from the ghosts of the dead.