I don't wanna live in a world without melody Sometimes a rhythmic din of society is too much for me But purpose is prioritized These days the goal is
Come on! It could happen to you A defect From the wasted outskirts of Los Angeles With a crumpled up pass for the R.D.D. And no authority or trajectory
You were the one You were my everything Never apart No one in between Then one day When you went your own way You felt justified And I was mortified
(We don't need) Any more mountains Because the trail builders Failed to give us passage there So we can't reach the sky (We don't need) Any more failure
Well, it was punk fifteen in the mornin' And it was time to stand my ground And as the gawks and stares bombarded me You know, I didn't even hear a sound
All right, click me, click me All right, click me here All right, click me, click me here Click on me Click me, click me here I love my computer you
go As obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger And the fire continues to grow Don't let shallow water limit your perception Heed the new
throng Who want a brighter destiny And say with me We are the new America This is the new America We are the new America This is the new America Let'
your transcendental paralysis We can work together And make sense of this Don't be so sure You can chuck it all away You got to proceed No matter how bad
Shut your eyes See the future's distant shore March ahead More enlightened than before And there's sure to be bumps And distractions But I know we'll
All those stories that my dad told me They are just a whisper in time All those things that never came to be They are just a whisper in time A whisper
lame senility wake up the new america wo-oh! transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh
翻訳: 邪教. ニューアメリカ.
: A rhapsody! contestants in disguise a nation of desire but who will win the prize? the people stand united, reluctantly aligned copying and lying are
: Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning and it was time to stand my ground and as the gawks and stares bombarded me you know, I didn't even hear a
: You were the one, you were my everything never apart, no one in-between then one day, when you went your own way you felt justified, and I was mortified
: All those stories that my dad told me, they are just a whisper in time all those things that never came to be, they are just a whisper in time a whisper
: I don't want to live in a world without melody sometimes the rhythmic din of society is too much for me but purpose is prioritized these days, the
