Welcome to the parade—where heroes are manufactured, truth is weaponized, and mothers scrub bloodstained rain while politicians toast champagne. Parade of Fools is a marching mockery of war's pageantry, a staccato assault on the lies we're told to celebrate. Left, right, march in sync—don't stop, don't think.

Parade Of Fools

City Nights

"When the evening goes to sleep
and the night is lit by street lights
There's a hypnotic beat in the night

All the dancers are in a trance
The hottest girls in town
are dancing wildly in the night,
in the city's heartbeat in the wild flashing lights

Time is passing fast,
How long will this last?
Is this tonight's dream?
Why is everyone so mean?

Naked girls are lying on my bed
Just feels like a king on the hill
My feelings are cherry red
City made me feel very ill

All the dancers are in a trance
The hottest girls in town
are dancing wildly in the night,
in the city's heartbeat in the wild flashing lights

Time is passing fast,
How long will this last?
Is this tonight's dream?
Why is everyone so mean?

Naked girls are lying on my bed
Just feels like a king on the hill
My feelings are cherry red
City made me feel very ill

Time is passing fast,
How long will this last?
Is this tonight's dream?
Why is everyone so mean?

Naked girls are lying on my bed"

Composition & arrangement: AI Music Factory aimusicfactory.ai/
Lyrics: Jussi Lyde


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