Songtext von Dissidents

One more young writer slid away in the night Over the border he will drown in light Hold it - wait a minute I can't read my writing, my own writing! Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery My writing is an iron fist In a glove full of vaseline Dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident Courting disaster we ran in the night Wings of an angel torn in flight Check it - verify it It's all here in writing, down in writing! At the hands of the press And in the eyes of the government I fell from grace I too became a dissident Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect and an early end to this story My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline But dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident.