Kishore Kumar Hits

Dune Hill - The Mirror şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Dune Hill

albüm: Song of Seikilos


Being
Believing
Love
Pain
Being the believer a loser or winner
Wallow in poverty
Poor men
Work is the trial of society.
Fodder of fools...
Master
Commander
Servant
Slave
Mastering the manly means of corruption
Wallow in luxury
Assailants, sibilant seductions
Serendipity?
Fools for fodder...
There are no masters,
Only your shackles,
Only your chains!
You are free, unbound
Lost and never found...
The Mirror
Two sides, not the same
The Mirror
Two sides of the same
The Mirror
Two sides... often same (often same)
Let the third side surface.
The Mirror
Two sides often same
The Mirror
Two sides of the same
The Mirror
Two sides, not the same
(Not the same, not the same)
Let the third side surface.
We are the masters,
Love your shackles
Kiss your chains!
Unfree and bound
Lost and never found...

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