Songtexte:
Hidden In Plain View The Point

My voice is tired I can barely speak a whisper These words clear our minds And these broken bottles and glasses Heal our lives So drinks to the skies

My voice is tired I can barely speak a whisper These words clear our minds And these broken bottles and glasses Heal our lives So drinks to the skies

the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental) I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture My

rich or middle class ... (Eva:) My father's other family were middle class Screw the middle classes! I will never accept them! And we were kept out of sight, hidden from view

their problems Blurring the visions we set in our sights So open your eyes (.....) and The kids are screaming at the tops of their lungs While they are pointing

!), gattaca days, attica paper scattered, diagonal mahogony boggled the train savage, to boxed the botanically inclined child slave labor, blades clipped the perfect petal now play later, play

were rich or middle class ... (Eva:) Screw the middle classes! I will never accept them! My father's other family were middle class And we were kept out of sight, hidden from view