Artifical Movement
I hold your hand in the promised land
Which is oversized in a place where you were banned
All we have dreamt was not a psycho-thread
That will not descend until the end
Hey, we don´t want you to get bothered then
You´re taped and screwed until we have matched a friend
Soon it will all begin
When the sound escapes and the riot is blamed
Until we will meet again.