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.: Survival of the fattest :.


Joakim Karlsbakk

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Dette er en gammel sang som aldri ble helt ferdi, for lydfilene ble slettet når harddisken døde.. 

Så der er mye "rusk" i denne sangen. Veldi få har hørt den før, så jeg er veldi nysgjerrig på Hva folk synst om den :)

 

Lyrics:

They never said The Dying tried, 

to break the circle we abide. 

we're not allowed to look around, 

to see we are growing down.

 

We've all been taught that this is right, 

and that there's nothing there to fight, 

but climb the mountain high and far! 

that kind of freedom is who we are! 

 

For all the Freedom left on earth, 

Was stolen from us on our birth.

So who are you, and who am I? 

wingless Birds will never fly.

 

Without our feathers we must stay. 

until they grow, we must obey.

They break our hold, and fold our hands.

"From the dust, in God we trust." 

 

Survival of the fattest! 

 

They Grant us happiness they claim. 

technology it's not the same. 

I want to see what's left unseen, 

not from a TV screen.

 

We are who they want us to be.

It's like there never was a "me". 

if we explore what the spirit holds, 

they call us criminals.

 

So now we're prisoners down here. 

the walls will never disappear. 

it's why we drink. it's why we fight. 

we're only ants without our rights. 

in only dreams are spirits free, 

my own romantic fantasy, 

'cause I have seen, and I have felt. b

eyond the dust, the soul I trust.

 

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