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Airbag - Machines and men.

Here they come

Marching on

One by one

They'll be gone

With boots and guns

Shouting loud

Machines and men

They're heaven sent

Here they come

Marching on

One by one

They'll be gone

With boots and guns

Shouting loud

Machines and men

They're heaven sent

I wanna get out

I wanna be free

So come on now

And get me out

I wanna get out

I wanna be free

So come on now

And get me out

I wanna get out

Does it make you afraid

Or drive you insane

You better run

Cause here they come

I wanna get out

I wanna be free

So come on now

And get me out

I wanna get out

I wanna be free

So come on now

And get me out

I wanna get out

Soen - Lotus

[Intro]

Gather around

All the things that we admire

To be here is where I wanted to be

To abandon who I was

Gather around

As we're pushed towards the fire

We've been tricked into believing that all

Starts and ends within our walls

[Verse 1]

Gather around

Holding close your sons and daughters

Promise them that we will all be alright

Let them know you love them all

Talk to yourself

Let your essence be the answer

While we chase the meaning of who we are

Navigating through a storm

[Verse 2]

Gather around and follow me

Something misled us to this

Wanting it all is poverty

Rich is the one who is free

Be the one who wakes up

All of those who roam

[Guitar solo]

[Bridge]

Shake your head to the sides, wake the animal inside of you

Run away from it all, let the wildness be your home

Plant a tree, kill a man, let your instincts be in charge of you

Where you walk, what you dream, measures who you really are

[Outro]

Turn to your friends

Let them face the one you mirror

And the demons that now rest on your side

They will leave you on your own

~~~

Nu vreau sa compun imaginea sau povestea cuiva cu care sa fiu... Daca nu e (own will)... WTF am I even doing in here anymore :( S-au folosit de mine pentru... Compuneri si imagini... In trecere prin nimic... Ha Ha Ha Ha. 

In prezentul meu ( ca doar, ce e) continui sa ma intalnesc cu odoruri din trecut, in mod nejustificat neinteresante. Absolut dezgustator si nimic nu mai e fun indiferent cat de 'bine' arata.