Is there a good life?
Is life tasteful?
We are nomads by fate
We had a life rule
We had a safe roof
Slow, we walk

We could pretend we were free
Long for something we can do
The indians pay with their lives, drying on the
The miners waste desire down in a hole

All because the owner must succeed
Subjected to a hard time
The workers blood has turned into dust
Surplus and values drain from veins
Some hold forth pleasures to no one
This soil keeps lies, in the name of machine
No men engines (Êngine)
streets
Subsistance and rage
We are no longer relieved
The sun will come down

No private lives
Replace the old misery
Enough blind eyes
to poverty

Ohh Oh Oh
Resistance, tonight
We found
A hole in the speach
And the ride will begin
Tomorrow feels like
A dollar bill
And on and on
We move along

No private lives
No men engines
Replace the old misery
Enough blind eyes
to poverty

We are no longer relieved
(Astronaut)
you read me?
Mission Control, this is Mars 6th - 07 - 2013, do
Mars 6th - 07 - 2013 Roger
We were wrong. The certainties
they're falling apart
Everything is clear now. Life, there's life
comin' through the ground
So many mistakes and wrong certanties. We were wrong
Life, it doesn't started in the Earth planet

No matter
Good lies won't save us from bleed
We had ambition, we could let it away
Some want torun, but never hear
when silence calls their names

Ohh oh oh
Resistance, tonight
We found
A hole in the speach
You may come if you wish! Go