Tekst :
When it s time to party we will party hard
You,
You work all night (all night)
And when you work you don t feel all right
And we,
We can t stop feeling all right (all right)
And everything is all right
Cos we will never listen to your rules (no)
We will never do what others do
Do what we want and we get it from you
Do what we like and we like what we do
So let s get a party going (let s get a party going)
Now it s time to party and we ll party hard (party hard)
Let s get a party going (let s get a party going)
When it s time to party we will always party hard
Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard...)
All right
You,
You break the thing
And when you play you feel all right
But we,
We can t stop feeling all right (all right)
And everything is all right
Cos we will never listen to your rules (no)
We will never do what others do
Know what we want and we get it from you
We do what we like and we like what we do
So let s get a party going (let s get a party going)
Now it s time to party and we ll party hard (party hard)
Let s get a party going (let s get a party going)
When it s time to party we will always party hard
Party hard (party hard, party hard, party hard...)
Tekst :
Freedom - the contrast of freedom - the contrast
The network s avaricious, the fabric takes the darkest quote
no salvaging the designated when the hostage is the ransom note
the subtle hijacking of freedom leaves the common injury
it makes you feel like you re entitled to just a portion of your dignity
the harvest is their favorite mammon, reaping the spark in me
this is a point-blank, covert colony - i see the meritocracy
[chorus:]
The meritocracy the meritocracy
just when did liberty become the industry
Freedom - the contrast of freedom - the contrast
Before i subside, exhausted by aversion
i will lay, lay, lay waste their ruling circle
The dead-line, connecting all the secrecy
i will lay, lay, lay waste that monopoly
[chorus]
The favorites are travelling the byways - on their dead-soul-drives they feed
i see them bring about a shock-wave - (of ferocity)
The capitals are racing up the ladder - the circle s narrowing, indeed
you get to buy your very matter - (the meritocracy)
[chorus]
Tekst :
There is my kite
Caught around a signpost
The sign says: You are almost there.
So I was right - there is a Heaven
Very near
But there are no fires in hell
There is only Mercy
Some days my kite goes where I cannot see
And I feel happy for its freedom
When it s tangled in the trees and wires
I know it s my own fault
All my fault
But there are no fires in hell
There is only Mercy
(I believe)
One day my kite will escape forever
And I will jump to catch the trailing string
Wishes and wants will fall from my pocket
As I wave, full of peace