Genviel - Chronicles of a Collapse (feat. Marcello Vieira) Lyrics

This is not a fairy tale, not a cautionary tale
Just a chronicle of a collapse in all of its details
It's the freedom that you sold. It's the freedom that we bought
It's the stories of the lives of the people we forgot

He was a 40-year-old army colonel and a dad
Served his country in two wars, gave it everything he had
Then one lovely summer day, at the height of his career
He came to work to find out that his homeland disappeared
That the medals he received, and the oath that he swore
And the code by which he lived didn't matter anymore
So he packed up all his things, and he drove himself back home
And he sat there on the couch, sat there thinking all alone
And he looked down at his hands. And he looked up at his gun
And he thought - It's not the end, because he still had a son
Well, the army fell apart, and he had no other skills
Finding work can be quite hard for someone who's trained to kill
He had picked up washing floors, so his family could eat
All was well until he ran into some punk kids in the street
They were bored and they were drunk. They were in the mood to play
He said: I'm a colonel, son, please get on out of my way
Just a soldier on his own against some kids with a bat
They had shattered every bone, and they left him there dead

That's the freedom that you sold. That's the freedom that we bought
That's the story of a life of somebody we forgot

A physicist with a world name, he couldn't figure out the math
The university had not paid scientist salaries for months
Of the research assistants that he had three left, one wound up dead
There are riots on the streets each day. There are four hour lines for bread
Equations blooming in his mind are so pristine and so right
But he cannot afford to pay his bills. His wife cries every night
He focuses on his research in a futile attempt to cope
Though all his funding has been pulled. He cannot buy a microscope
When the bus drivers went on strike the state had budget for their checks
Yet the nuclear submarine research somehow fell through the cracks
He doesn't know how to fight. He's no good at commerce or crime
A foreign firm expressed an interest - he thought it was genuine
So excited there is someone willing to discuss his work
He talked. They listened, and they smiled, and they wrote down every word
He had been brought up on ideals of human progress and world peace
As the result, he sold nuclear secrets to the terrorists

That was not a fairy tale, not a cautionary tale
Just the chronicles of a collapse in all of its details
That's the freedom that you sold. That's the freedom that we bought
That's the story of a life of somebody we forgot

Her nickname was Babe. Me and her used to hang out after school
She said: I wanna be a prostitute, because that shit is cool
I asked her: Babe, you sure that's the sorta life you want to lead
She shouted: Don't preach to me! I'm not your daughter, not a kid
I didna ask for your advice, and I don't care what you think
All of my friends are doing it, and they have cash and nicer things
I'm sick and tired of being broke. I wanna be like everyone
It's just a little bit of work. Besides, I can help out my mom
I begged her: Babe, at least let me set you up at a nice hotel
She laughed and told me to butt out, she could take care of herself
She went and got her hair done. Red mini skirt and red high heels
She tried so hard to imitate the hookers in the Western films
This was in 1992, the year the Iron Curtain fell
The government disintegrated. Streets descended into hell
My parents yanked me out of the country to give me a better life
She was thirteen. That was the last time I saw my best friend alive

That was not a fairy tale, not a cautionary tale
Just the chronicles of a collapse in all of its details