歌词
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity
and blind despair.
With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile
come through here and there.
You put your faith in living,
but youthful idealism
is no longer welcome here.
(WOOOOOOOOH)
I'm not dead yet.
(WOOOOOOOOH)
Hopes not dead yet. (*2)
A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity
of last years hell.
Your vain eyes show no respect,
just loss of recognition
broken spirit burnt out will.
Sing a song of cynicism
a foul smell of **** decay and degradation
in the midst of celebration.
(WOOOOOOOOH)
I'm not dead yet.
(WOOOOOOOOH)
Hopes not dead yet. (*2)
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