Our words are mutants, confined by neighbors We dance and listen, you're from the top of the world Visions of your trash, slaves of the big bang Why are we in the limits, why are we in the end? License, feeling kept, slaves of pain License, feeling kept, slaves of pain Seeking new facts, torpidize your space Run away from this, undue hostileness Open your eyes, don't lose your depth Liberty's a dream, and it also is real Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh To die, to run away, to forget what I've been To erase my past, to kill my guilt Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh License, feeling kept, slaves of pain
