Letras:
Pure Reason Revolution

Traducción: Pure Reason Revolution. Willows tremor.

Leave from the warm high/into the dark night over the tall skies/round the twyncyn The dogs hide/wading through warm shine/clear as the fountains/round

ready for the weekend To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions The rhythm is the reason

am capable of Keep this knife by my side, until I die You don't know what I am capable of This is how Hollywood kills revolutions And this is where the

weekend (To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing) Our temperature is freezing all kind of different regions The rhythm is the reason