GUDA / WAR
You speak of clocks
I speak of handcuffs
Who waits for something will always be waiting.
You say future
I say some other lie
The weight of history books in our ideas.
You speak of goals
I go further
Knowing what will come next
Because it will be after victory
When the real battle starts for us.
You speak of light
I speak of its shadows
Who´s outside always leaves a piece of his heart inside.
We say peace
We say power to decide
Because the way is only half the concept of direction.
We´re full of Troyan horses
We´re but a guerrilla
Destined to rise up against our own achievements