Tour D´horizon Songtext

She told him the truth about her living about the wasted days, the things she is giving the drugs, the lovers, the course of the disease he only said: stop bothering me! Please he´s sitting on the floor, it becomes routine the nightly desire not to be so mean but then he gulp down love and hate he won´t escape from the force to perpetrate the child is always living in the morbid room it?s just a wasteland and filled with gloom it´s body has been declared a war on it it´s a finite story, no good will come of it women are not emancipated now yes, it?s just a hope, to bring the whole thing into a better form, than this ruling norm noone, can ever say, how we should act to make the whole thing, perfect but if there´s no real solution isn´t it senseless and full of confusion humanity is still acting paralysed the fetish has not been recognized until now there´s only unsuspecting life on this system called bona fide, we dive