Lock D

Spoiled
As a child, inside of
Imagination land
Feet on soft carpet
Cosy under blanket
Blocked in the lockdown
Searching for the right public target
Crashing with a mental power
The pressure of the global state

Take a walk down trough the forest to the magic gate
Enter the pointless meanings of contemproary growth
Pointless
I mean money
I mean economy shit

Let me fly with a sound
Around imense oceans of the flowers
Let me buzz of happiness
As a insect in the pestle
Let me fuse with a light
As a waterfall jet
Let me float
Let me fly
Let me flow
Let me fly

Spoiled as a child inside of candyland
From the kitchen
To the bedroom
Keeping the same safe trend
In my mind
Motions shaking violenty into new blend
Of experience and fictions

Massive distruction
Ceremonial infection
City street sleepers
Welcoming the spring
On the cold concrete
Tightening ring
Around long fingers
Of revolutionary dreamers
Behind the windows
Whitout possibilty to act
Colecting facts
Interweb mess
Global stress
Comfort zone walls
Are blessed
To protect
Lucky ones



Credits
Writer(s): Katarina Poklepovic, Michele Serri
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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