I know
The old faces
Who organized
A so called golpe
And I know
The tragic boys
Who killed
The strangers
I know the names of the policeman
And the names of all the others
Sure
They protected generals but criminals
The face whom killed my aunt
And all people here present
Tends to 'borrow' me from their own friends
And extremize and ridicolize
My character she made good
And I know
But no evidence
I know
But no event
I' ve ever known
I know
Cause it's my job
I know
I can't ignore
1 | Grey (Anthracite) |
2 | Epic Synth |
3 | One Third |
4 | Icon Of Confusion (Sound Idylls) |
5 | Funebra |
6 | N Age |
7 | Blessed |
8 | Dawn |
9 | Picture |
10 | Based On Air |