"I say unto you: one must still have chaos in
Destiny Yeah, that's what I said Reason and logic left
Where's the passion What's your fuel Are you out there
NO! Pedal away from global decay Every pedal strikes a
In a white pinstripe suit, in a stretched limousine
I beg defiance of all oppressive states I beg defiance
ah, mon ami, do you know what
Went out to the streets To see what we could
(have we not been)
Led, astray and transformed
Confined as cultural slaves
Signe
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