IFALL Songtext
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IFALL Songtext
If all of the dead are now living instead
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Into the city and back home again
You may be tired and weary
But you have to hold on
Till the phone rings and calls you away
Where the morning′s so bright
And the sun is the light
And the night is as bright as the day
If all of the dead are now living instead
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Into the city and back to the "good life"
Freedom itself is a canting scheme (alternative text: The voice itself is a sign of pain)
Exclusion has founded the city of men
The law awaits you in refugeecamps
But no rules are aplicable to chaos
The state of exception bears no bare life
Your existence per se is the edge of the knife
You are born
And you wanna be free?
Pay in cash take the train to the valley of dreams
Where the flowers will blow
And the grass will be green
And the skies will be skies
And The sun ever beams
Oh and language, the virus from outta space
Is getting spaced out again without leaving a trace
No more justice
No peace
No more silhouette promise
No more fucking police
Freedom itself is a canting scheme (alternative text: The voice itself is a sign of pain)
Exclusion has founded the city of men
The law awaits you in refugeecamps
But no rules are aplicable to chaos
The state of exception bears no bare life
Your existence per se is the edge of the knife
You are born
And you wanna be free?
Pay in cash take the train to the valley of dreams
No justice
No peace
No silhouette promise
No fck*** police
If all of the dead are now living instead
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Out of the city and back to the good life
Out of the city and back to the good life
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Into the city and back home again
You may be tired and weary
But you have to hold on
Till the phone rings and calls you away
Where the morning′s so bright
And the sun is the light
And the night is as bright as the day
If all of the dead are now living instead
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Into the city and back to the "good life"
Freedom itself is a canting scheme (alternative text: The voice itself is a sign of pain)
Exclusion has founded the city of men
The law awaits you in refugeecamps
But no rules are aplicable to chaos
The state of exception bears no bare life
Your existence per se is the edge of the knife
You are born
And you wanna be free?
Pay in cash take the train to the valley of dreams
Where the flowers will blow
And the grass will be green
And the skies will be skies
And The sun ever beams
Oh and language, the virus from outta space
Is getting spaced out again without leaving a trace
No more justice
No peace
No more silhouette promise
No more fucking police
Freedom itself is a canting scheme (alternative text: The voice itself is a sign of pain)
Exclusion has founded the city of men
The law awaits you in refugeecamps
But no rules are aplicable to chaos
The state of exception bears no bare life
Your existence per se is the edge of the knife
You are born
And you wanna be free?
Pay in cash take the train to the valley of dreams
No justice
No peace
No silhouette promise
No fck*** police
If all of the dead are now living instead
And all of the living will die
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Back home again by and by
If all of the living are dead now instead
And all of the dead will revive
Buying the tickets and changing the trains
Out of the city and back to the good life
Out of the city and back to the good life
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