The Strikes - Out of Here
Blindfolded from the earliest ageThe machine begins to work
Thrown in the darkest Cage
That no one has ever escaped
The lowest rung of the ladder
The Great Minds want you as a slave
Oh, get me outta here
Say yes little soldier
Dream of reaching the top
'Cause that's the end of your infinity
Imagination to insanity
You gotta follow three simple rules
Work, Consume, Die
You will never get out of here
Can't see the sunrise no more
Your eyes are blank
And lifeless ever so on
Your neurons broken
Your freedom too
You will never live again
Written by:
Giovanni Dieni
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