The Hostage Lyrics - Singles - Almah

In the name of fame and destruction 

You recute your dead poetry 

In the name of a sacred exposure 

You are living anonymously 

In the name of a needed acceptance 

You are selling youself as a bitch 

In the name of a glorious present 

You are burning your future indeed 

I've got tomorrow 

I live it up 

I crossed the damn road 

I've overcome 

In the name of (an) addictive pestilence 

You are pitting your death in the scene 

In the name of a native instinct 

You're unfolding yourself as a beast 

In the name of a priceless rising 

You're denying aggressively 

What's left of the men's conscience 

What's left of the men's dreams 

I've got tomorrow 

I live it up 

I crossed the damn road 

I've overcome 

All dreams are in the storm 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

All fear ascends your soul 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

Unreal, illusion 

We're the virtual hostage ones 

Once 

We were 

As a child 

In love 

And the signs 

Of new times 

Make us feel 

In hell 

All dreams are in the storm 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

All fear ascends your soul 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

Unreal, illusion 

We're the virtual hostage ones 

Once 

We were 

As a child 

in love 

And the signs 

of new times 

Make us feel 

In hell 

All dreams are in the storm 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

All fear ascends your soul 

(Eternally into this world we're thrown) 

Unreal, Illusion 

We're the virtual hostage ones