The Innovation
Struggling for silence Something that i'll never be Liberators have spoken I can't say things look good for me But everyone has their cross to bear Mines fat at the ankles with dishevelled hair Everybody knows how to love and to hate and everybody points the fickle finger of fate So are you happy in typicality? Singing the same old songs of what it could've been Think about yourself conclusively Think about yourself in tranquility Well progress ain't no fucking harness It's what we need to set us free Their traditions are insincere Its their biggest lie and their biggest cheat Now its time for a social upheavel Their new intentions disregard civil evils They still hide in their forts today Let 'em know the innovation wont go away From Letras Mania