Some days the life won’t seem to be br Exactly what the preachers promised you br In darkness salvation we all find br A land of hidden lies and scornful cries br A land where masochists are gods br A land where coke is mixed with dope br And people sell their souls for cheap br br We travel to the places we call homes br A place where we are brought to be br Exactly the way society is pleased br With mechanical beliefs br Heaven is a place where angels weep br Tied by chains to the fancy gates of pearls br br Someday repent we will br And you won’t see the life we lead br In solitude and in our own horizons br No hypocrites no posers and no beasts br A place where money will not reign br And bombs are not fancied either br br To love whomever we shall chose br No matter race, sex or religion br One house of worship br Worship of love not lies br To raise the children of tomorrow br To be what they chose and not what they should be br br Believers in Androgyny br Believers in Creativity br Believers in whatever we chose br No one to preach and fill pockets with gold br No poison in our food br No sour milk br Just love br Just Art br Just Music br Just a place in my head br Another wasted dream br That never will be realized br A lift from reality br And a suicidal fall back down br Depression br Oppression br And constant fight for rights br Our Lifebr br Dmitriy Kokarevbr br