Old Books Room - Crazy Boys' Stuff

Crazy, zero, alone, social useless
Crazy boys' stuff
Throw down the walls of the castle
Kill some nazis in name of love
I'll give you all my core
And all these years that are dead and gone don't deny my painfull hesitation

But we will start a revolution another day

I espace of my thoughts to avoid illusion
At least to night is not time, time to get hurt, to get hurt
My mirror is broken and I try to fix it
To get back that lost picture
I'll make myself dust
To run away in the wind but I always end up lost on the road

But we will start a revolution another day
Cause I'm afraid
To win