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• Artiste: Forward, Russia
• Titre: We Are Grey Matter
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Call response (x3) My mind's gone blank I love this cage so I'm not gonna rattle And I've spent my life with these four walls The walls are heaven-sent The nickel and mortar and the cracks in them Have long since been removed And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can I can but recollect I paid for each brick here Let me make this fucking clear I've got a limit attached to my leg With all the time inside my head The failure of the superego Let me make things comfortable But if you look inside my eyes You'll see the swirling mist is blind Another scrum with dimwits at the helm And I still recall With your help A time when We looked around And we were not the only ones To be excited To be violent To be free Well let me make this loud now I won't accept a pitied child So quick to listen With a metal pulse and phoney charming smile And the critics at the sail Would be an insult to what we have tried to create We are the membranes and the foetal canals You'll bleed for the surprise We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite We'll bleed your worlds dry We are the membranes and the foetal canals You'll bleed for the surprise We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite We'll bleed your worlds dry And I've spent my life with these four walls The walls are heaven-sent The nickel and mortar and the cracks in them Have long since been removed And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can I can but recollect I paid for each brick here And I've spent my life With sound advice In solitude In black and white We are the membranes and the foetal canals You'll bleed for the surprise We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite We'll bleed your worlds dry