Testo Dea Pecuniae - Pain of Salvation
Testo della canzone Dea Pecuniae (Pain of Salvation), tratta dall'album Be
Hey there, sweetie! Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your
Face and those beautiful eyes. You know, they say the eyes
Are the doorway to one's soul. And that smile... Don't you
Shine like that on me? Hey, do you want to get out of here?
Hey Miss, my dear
I cry, dear G, I'm sorry
You've seen me on TV
And this summer
Now you want someone to hold ya
And call when you're in town
Someone to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here to let you down
'Cause outside these city cars
And far from my trendy bars
I only smile, sunscreen and live the dreams
But I'm cold and mean
Daily finance
That's me and the unmoney
'Cause dream Mercedes
Leave me, G, to Ferrari
I could've bought a third world country
With the riches that I spend
But hey, oh what an economic strain
That I deserved every single cent
And the one time when the lesser hell
Is run, we split the tab
So here's to friends, family and liberty
And genuinity to access status
But most of all here's to me
Here's to me
Here's to me
There will be nothing left
Here's to me
Here's to me
Here's to me
There will be nothing left
Nothing left to you
If you're looking for nothing but a name
A kingdom and a crown
A paradise of free rides
I'm here to let you down
I get you the sexy cars
And a taste of divinity
A glimpse of the stars, immortality
But the vanity will leave you dreaming
But then when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go down
I need comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep inside
Feelings of loss arise
And I hate to lose
This is lonely at the top
The number's lonely, ask of meI got myself a winning team
It's me, myself and I
You bet it's lonely at the top, old friends
Well, I'm here today to tell you suckers why
They claim that I'm to blame
For my irresponsibility
But hey, you know, that is just a lame excuse
For my egocentrism, too
They say that we're willing to sell you and I
In that true retail of greed
You see, just like me, you live for me
Until the day you die
So I raise my glass to all of you
Who really believe in the hate for my irresponsibility
To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my life's job
Is to elevate the environment and torment poverty
Well, they don't have more than you are to blame anyway
Because we're you, and you know what?
Enough's enough
And I raise my glass to those of you
Who give their piece of the cake for free
For me to turn the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity
Ideologically driven by a deep-seated individualistic mediocrity
You're smart, but you're really nothing
I say you poor bastards, 'cause you are mine
While I sit here, your general
So let's raise some glasses one last time
To give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times
'Cause after all, let's face it
That's the only thank you you will ever get
So come on
Raise your glasses
Crash through you
Crash through you
Crash through you
There will be nothing left
No, nothing left
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Writer(s): Daniel Gildenloew
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