Living on a train full of fantasies we make sure we feel alive
But deep inside, there's something wrong, something into the dark
Stuck in your cage, twisting the bars, it cannot be erased
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
It is madness, how can we fall so deep into the hate
Disfigured truth spreading it out like a virus in the nests
But I'm a dissident, you better care before you get to reach the end
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
Propaganda
Dancing to the sound
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Ariseon - Propaganda Lyrics
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Living on a train full of fantasies we make sure we feel alive
But deep inside, there's something wrong, something into the dark
Stuck in your cage, twisting the bars, it cannot be erased
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
It is madness, how can we fall so deep into the hate
Disfigured truth spreading it out like a virus in the nests
But I'm a dissident, you better care before you get to reach the end
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
Propaganda
Dancing to the sound
But deep inside, there's something wrong, something into the dark
Stuck in your cage, twisting the bars, it cannot be erased
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
It is madness, how can we fall so deep into the hate
Disfigured truth spreading it out like a virus in the nests
But I'm a dissident, you better care before you get to reach the end
There is blood on your hands
Beyond everything you pretend
Crashing on the words you say
Burn it down but ashes will forever remain
No more fake, no more lies
What is left behind
And we keep dancing to the sound of propaganda
Propaganda
Dancing to the sound
Writer: Thomas Guglielmini
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid