dilluns, 27 d’abril de 2015

Prisoners of pain

Shout, shout! Let it all out. These are things i can do without. Come on, i'm talking to you, come on. In violent times you shouldn't have to sell your soul in black and white. They really really ought to know those one track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye. You shouldn't have to jump for joy. Shout! They gave you life and in return you gave them them hell as cold as ice i hope we live to tell the tale. Shout! And when you've taken down your guard if i could change your mind i'd really love to break your heart. Shout!

“Shout” – Tears for Fears
Antwerp, Belgium – 2006