paroles de chanson Elektra Fields - Vold Book

Follow the electric rabbit
To reveal the magnets and patterns
Mental plains with hard rains
Lucky breaks might happen in this place
We're stuck with grace

I worked overtime, but still I showed up late
Got my ticket no doubt, a way to relate

Some slave to volcanic habits, and people who snare
No more

Going somewhere there's a chance to be
The one who frees

One who frees the spirits of the lands
Waive a hand if you can understand

Human beings aren't designed to be enslaved
Selling out their heart paths, every other day
Got a plan to undo the evil malicious scheme
Now my fantasy will become more than just a dream

Blast me off to the dark heart of the evil machine
Shoots right past endless electric ears
Implants in your brain will seal the deal