Sweat Of The Bud
speed toward hell
shed no tears
you don't know me
take my life
steal my tongue
to defeat your taste
could never criticize
no better than me
better than you
it's easier to lie
than to tell the truth
you've become the waste that i despise
speed toward hell
shed no tears
you don't know me
take my life
steal my tongue
to defeat your taste
could never criticize
no better than me
better than you
it's easier to lie
than to tell the truth
you've become the waste that i despise
this is the motion of the new revolution
this is the motion of the new revolution
this is the motion of the new revolution
this is the motion of the new revolution
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
the trance is the motion
this is the motion of the new revolution
this is the motion of the new revolution
Vuela Vuela (Magneto)
What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone