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