People are filling the streets, infecting the air that we breathe. We've waited long enough to realize that we won't survive.
Clenching my hands in your hair, so frigid the fold starts to tear. Icicles hanging down.

We've lost touch; everything falls apart. We can't rush forward so unprepared. Warriors born on the field today. When it's won, cowards will run, but heroes will stay.

(The bravest of all have given everything they could to keep this dream from ending so soon. We dream to fight, but mostly we're wide awake.)

Everyone down on the floor, keep still and nobody gets hurt. Don't make any sudden moves and we'll let you go peacefully.
Attention this is the police, surrounding and armed to the teeth, here to negotiate. Fight fire with fire.
Please, these people all have families. Don't you agree that this is much more trouble than it's worth, and you'll never see the daylight again.
So please put it down. Get up off the ground and file out. Give it up.

When we came there was nothing left past the rubble and grief for newborn warriors slain and heroes made.

Wide Awake

Arlington

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Dies ist der Titeltrack meines Albums. Voraussichtlicher Release Termin: Ende 2013 

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