When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low.
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low.
Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.
Бывают моменты, когда необходимо отказаться от вещей из нашего прошлого, какими бы привлекательными они ни были, что бы идти к будущему.