Ravenscry - Third Millennium Man

On my table everyday a brown delicacy
(And) each time I surprise by how good it is
And when someone tells me about better stuff and dares to
Suggest "it isn't chocolate", I say he's such a fool
In the same position, in
The mildest unawareness
We overdose on sarcasm and then we need it again
We are delude that we will not be able to
Become what we want but it's the biggest rule
This is the way we think we are free but we're under control
Revolution is supposed to be but we're missing the call
We are born knowing what we'll become
We're content with the crumbs left on the ground
And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you!
'Cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good
Polemic and yes-men, pissed off and indolent
Are we the third millennium men?
When we're wrapped up in that upset we call depression then
We don't have a god to commend our soul either
We are born knowing what we'll become
We're content with the crumbs left on the ground
And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you
'Cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good
We are born knowing what we'll become
We're content with the crumbs left on the ground
And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you
'Cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good

Written by:
Andrea Fagiuoli, Giulia Stefani, Mauro Paganelli, Paolo Raimondi, Simone Carminati

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