Poetry Written in Gasoline

Scrap the extras, let's leave our eyes wide open

Cut out the spare parts, let's leave our eyes wide open

Keep our eyes wide open

Fuck the idol, let's leave our eyes wide open

Reject the star, star, star, star

Let's feed ourselves some, let's leave our eyes wide open

Destruction

Convention blackmails, let's leave our eyes wide open

Creativity, yeah, yeah

This lack of challenge, let's leave our eyes wide open

Kills me, kills me, kills me, kills me

Scrap the extras, let's leave our eyes wide open

Cut out the spare parts

Fuck the idol, let's leave our eyes wide open

Reject the star

The rhymes of revolution

Poetry written in gasoline

The rhymes of revolution

Yeah

Manipulate the obvious

Cowards bought by traditionalist manners

Scream at the herd that are heard the most

Without substance and with useless banners

Banners, banners, banners

Your art, your art is worth, is worth nothing

Like a city with no meaning

Like a city with no meaning, with no meaning

You creation holds, holds no hope

The rhymes of revolution

Yeah, yeah

The rhymes of revolution

Poetry written in gasoline

Poetry written in gasoline

Poetry written in gasoline

Ah, yeah

You had a witness over there