We live in a strange era full of hypocrisy
We're born in the digital evolution years
Earth moves too fast and out of control
Our time is now life won't wait
Pains growing in my head
For things I've never said
No time for daydreaming or revolutions
Tv makes our myths and mysteries
All the world stuck in a social crisis
We have to live our age
Pains growing in my head
For things I've never said
Welcome to our age
Third millennium of daze
Everything has to be perfect and fast
This time don't accept second lines
People are labeled by race and cast
Relations are packet and sent by SMS
Three boys who love music like them
And a room full of old vinyls and CDs
Dreaming of a tour running on a bus
And the punk rock sound fill their ears
A yellow taxi sign fixed on the wall
We are not sure to grow up or not
Our emotions are changeable and faint
Our head's like a bucket empty of paint
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