There's something out of reach
There's something out of you
It's so far of your calls
It's so far of you
It's a place of everythings
Over there we can see
Sketches of your dreams
Leaving your calls
Searching my soul
You're pulling me down
Nothing to down
You read the lines around to find my name
You keep the lines around to find your name
And you're welcome
To tell me what you know
And you're welcome
to tell me what is good for me
Use all the knowledges
Of a past and a future
In wich we don't belong
Get out my way
And stay here at your fucking place
Believe me you have the speech of a man without a soul
Believe in something
Believe in something out of the touch
Of the state
Look around you and inside
Your God is the state today
And your first sacrement is the seduction
And your God is the state today
And we fall
credits
from RED0079 EP,
released May 10, 2015
Philippe Charny Dewandre : Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Tadzio Gottberg : drums
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