Testo di Metropole

The silver smoke Metropole The Sky is Gray and pollution's in the air I'm through Weird years of existence First prayer stays In his oracle The ones who go to that start Will know another rule I'm through Weird years of existence The open area In the galaxy Is it for me My friends and enemies? I'm through Weird years of existence I like these times, I like your brain I like your body So good to feel insane I'm through Weird years of existence