Holy Piby

In times of few words
Your eyes seem to focus
It’s revolution time
There’s no other way to act

The rules I was born with
Seem to be destroyed now
Don’t turn your inspiration off
Sensations break the old system

Runaway, your system is dead
Runaway, your system is dead

In this forbidden life
You can run with a gun
In this furious competition
Lots have no destiny
Turn off the TV for a moment
You can decide too

Don’t run after those people
During this time, the system falls down

Runaway, your system is dead
Runaway, your system is dead

New days bring a chance
Music, soul’s inspiration
Today’s society
Changes weapons
For relaxing moments

Violent times
Remain behind
Crashed by new ways of thinking
Natural culture
Is rising
Don’t be fool
Stay focused