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There is a storm that's beenfollowing me throughout my lifeIt holds my tears -keeps me from cryingAnd there's a light piercing throughthe dark clouds as I walk on byKeeping my distance -stay in the shadowsMy inner voicescalls me a fiend of sex and drinkI just don't care, don't want to go anywhereI'm contentRight here at home I travel placesWhere no man has gone beforeI love the world within myselfLet me go on a journey insideSometimes I feel a strange longing withinthat breaks me downsomething is calling me outBut there is the lightpiercing throughthe dark clouds as I try to hidesun is the devil...Letras de cancionesMy inner voices calls me a cowardwhat a laughThey feel no pain,they want to go everywhere,take controloutside my door everything's differentpeople are walking by with hollow faces,Nobody's saying a wordI want to see life, now that I'm here,I ask for directions but nobody caresI hear the city - footsteps, a carA girl is singing "Tambourine Man"while strumming a guitarshe has the answers, she holds the keyJust talk to me in music andI guarantee youI will listen...I can't help wondering things likeWhat's Bob Dylan doing now?Is he at home, eating a big bowl of corn flakesJust like I will, later onwhen I return back homeOh no, I shouldn't think that way,What will my inner voices say?Standing on a row, facing me"We're here to tell youhow to think and feelAnd most of all to keep you in the lineand show you what to doWe'll just say: no! without a reason whyWe'll fuck you over and over again'til you comply"In the city park they all spring to lifeAnd although it's getting dark,we feel the sun caressing our skinin a yellow tone,A last goodbye for now, tonight,For tomorrow comes once morethat harsh morning lightThe dying orchestra, frantically playing nowto the bizarre sceneryof a thousand naked bodies in a pit of flesh,Fucking to the bombastic warfareof the "valkyrie"And it goes a little bit something like this...could I be blindTo the fact that we are all oneAll a part of this big vibrant wholecitizens of the ant farmMy thoughts are meBut they spin out of controlAnd I feel estrangedAre we all wannabes?oh so hot and cool, ah fearedand at the same time lovedmaking blatant attempts to fit inThere is nothing living leftLife is a long queue to the urinal"We're here to tell youhow to think and feelAnd most of all to keep you in the line andshow you what to doWe'll just say "no!" without a reason whyWe'll fuck you over and over, again'til you comply" From Letras Mania