Paroles de Lost Illusions

Is nothing left to chance? Enjoyment of the drought Is nothing left to risk? Must everything be bought From sex to joy to experiment We no longer enjoy the real The reality of life Obsessed with falling death The illusion The illusion The illusion Murdered The reality of life The reality of death Stop looking absolved You know the impetus is lost Sell your clothes and sell your soul Sell your clothes and sell your soul Stop, stop, stop looking absolved