The Hostage - Almah

In the name of fame and destruction

You recute your dead poetry

In the name of a sacred exposure

You are living anonymously

In the name of a needed acceptance

You are selling your self as a bitch

In the name of a glorious present

You are burning your future indeed

I’ve got tomorrow

I live it up

I crossed the damn road

I’ve overcome

In the name of (an) addictive pestilence

You are pitting your death in the scene

In the name of a native instinct

You’re unfolding yourself as a beast

In the name of a priceless rising

You’re denying aggressively

What’s left of the men’s conscience

What’s left of the men’s dreams

I’ve got tomorrow

I live it up

I crossed the damn road

I’ve overcome

All dreams are in the storm

(eternally into this world we’re thrown)

All fear ascends your soul

(eternally into this world we’re thrown)