un planeta

personas gritando

Tíos con traje

(We were not the first)
Unapologetically we'll stand behind each word

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before
(We stood by before)
And after everything we've seen here maybe even more
And I know we're not the only ones we were not the first

On the bet we made
Let's decide to be the architects
The masters of our fate

What they're thinking anyway
Let's raise the stakes

Make no mistake we are not afraid
To bear the burden of repeating

And we wanted to set the world on fire?
Because I still am and I still do

Don't you remember when you were young
And you wanted to set the world on fire?

Quieres ver gota.

Or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
(The bricks that seal your fate)
Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
(That you stood by before)
Are you out there on the front lines?

The trusting complicit who collectively ignore

Yeah, will it be the cynics, the critics galore?
The cliche apathetic passed out on the floor

And when they are gone
Who the fuck's gonna take their place?

They laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
(The bricks that seal your fate)

Are you out there on the front lines
Or at home keeping score?

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
(That you stood by before)

hey're now being led
When they used to lead the way

Following rules
That they once disobeyed

Our heroes our icons
Have mellowed with age

Or are we patiently burning
Waiting to be saved?

Are there no fighters left here any more?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?

jeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

D: a mi me pone.

dilo

¿Enserio una foto?._."

¡Franky! :'D

We bury ten thousand stories
The stories untold

Contemplate contracts of gold
Just wave your hand and relinquish control
Nine lives await to unfold

To build what they've designed
Lifetimes of silence and apathy
Ensure the prompt demise of our humanity

Control the hands

¿Se habrá declarado? D:

Control the mind

Control the heart

Eso se intenta :)

Nine lives await to unfold
Bury the stories

Contemplate contracts of gold
Just wave your hand and relinquish control
.....

Flirt with insurrection batting eyes from afar
In skybox seats or hotel suites, six figure fucking cars

Nine lives await to unfold
We bury ten thousand stories untold

Contemplate contracts of gold
Just wave your hand and relinquish control

.no.
...

"God grant me the strength to let my children starve"
He whispered to the dripping roof into the candled dark

We celebrate the downfall with ticker tape parades
Oblivious to the fucking mess left lying in the wake

And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

Yeah a green one, a pink one
A blue one and a yellow one

porreta.

nd the boys go into business,
And marry, raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.

And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
They all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same

mola *-*
.

They all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.

There's doctors and lawyers
And business executives,
They're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in houses
all went to the university,
where they were put in boxes,
And they all came out the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
They're all made out of ticky-tacky,
And they all look just the same.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes, all the same.

And then the clouds gave way as if to agree;
When it rains it pours.
It pours,
When it rains it pours.

When it rains it pours
Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets.
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore
The city piece by piece.

It's the coin we're tossing into the well,
It's misfortune that we could not foretell,
It's the dry spell.

ike a child un-born,
A child un-born...

lo.

When it rains it pours,
When they die we mourn,
When in hate, we swore,
That we want no more.
Like a saint re-born,
Like a rose's thorn,

estaría bien

The city piece by piece.
And then the clouds gave way as if to agree;
When it rains it pours.
It pours.
(It pours).

When it rains it pours
Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets.
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore

moooooooooooor :D

We don't belong (we don't belong).
We go along (we go along).
We don't belong.
To you now.