Paroles de Music Plans

I want to look at black pictures And walk in moonlight gardens I take away some insecurity Then put it back No more dried up addiction No more soured sentiment Get some military venom Take it with a pinch of salt Making music What the plan Breaking music A guerrilla born at winter's end Spins songs that know no limit Let's do away with sentiment Life should be outspoken Pretty girls and owl-like gods Just like nature planned it Pallid seagulls cross bacteria seas Give back our festivals Keep men and gods separate How long can a dream go on Back to square one, once a day Making music What's the plan? Breaking music Playing music What's the plan? Decaying music Grooving music What's the plan? Losing music Making music