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Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Keep our eyes wide open

Fuck the idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star - Star, star, star
Let's feed ourselves some - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Destruction

Convention blackmails - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Creativity - Yeah! Yeah!
This lack of challange - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Kills me, kills me, kills me, kills me

Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts
Fuck the idol, idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star

The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Manipulate the obvious
Cowards bought by traditionalist manners
Scream at the herd that are heard the most
Without substance and with useless... banners
Banners, banners, banners

Your art, your art, is worth, is worth nothing
Like a city with no meaning
Like a city, with no meaning, with no meaning
Your creation holds, holds no hope

The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah!
The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Ah! Yeah!
You had a witness over there
Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Cut out the spareparts - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Keep our eyes wide open      Fuck the idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Reject the star - Star, star, star   Let's feed ourselves some - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Destruction      Convention blackmails - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Creativity - Yeah! Yeah!   This lack of challange - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Kills me, kills me, kills me, kills me      Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Cut out the spareparts   Fuck the idol, idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open   Reject the star      The rhymes of revolution   Poetry written in gasoline   The rhymes of revolution   Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!      Manipulate the obvious   Cowards bought by traditionalist manners   Scream at the herd that are heard the most   Without substance and with useless... banners   Banners, banners, banners      Your art, your art, is worth, is worth nothing   Like a city with no meaning   Like a city, with no meaning, with no meaning   Your creation holds, holds no hope      The rhymes of revolution   Yeah! Yeah!   The rhymes of revolution   Poetry written in gasoline   Poetry written in gasoline   Poetry written in gasoline   Ah! Yeah!   You had a witness over there