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• Artiste: Star Fucking Hipsters
• Titre: Dreams Are Dead
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Missiles soaring through the skies Misled by a thousand lies And when they touch down we'll be dead With melted skin, imploded head I found a way to show My blackened mind and bloodied soul I found an ugly thing Beneath my charred and shattered skin It's here again To break the living bodies From ninety-eight degrees Of nuclear destruction Don't dream the day is done Apocalyptic rising sun In this, our made-up bed Our ashen corpses dreams are dead Explain humiliation What is greed? What's apathy? Where went the understanding? From empty lives exploded shells The silo stands alone Right next to the abandoned homes Scorched down and blown away The entrails of our judgement day Running free outside the door The fires of hell and dogs of war The shadows etched in stone Around the ones that stood alone