Remote Control - Hurricane #1

Birds in flight?

Leaves are cold in the fire that burns me

Finally fever is falling

Waves of pollution withdrawing

?

like a question

All the bad memories are fading

Wiping the slate is not failing

Yes I know who you are

I’ve seen you before

And this is the way you want me to be

You need some kind of soul

You live by remote control

Remote control

Early bird leave it no longer

All you need is feeding the hunger

One side forever deciding

The other is forced into hiding

Something dies with that decision

Easy ways to rule by division

Take the advantage to conquer

Until you don’t need it no longer