What's outside? The beat of the nation
The stadium of Zonk, the heart of the city
The real world, retaliation, burning flags
The pressure of daily life, nothing to be afraid of
We believe in the future of the human race
What's inside? The pulsing blood, turmoil and chaos
Noises, images, the rhythm of time
We dream of the mating season, feel a coming tidal wave
We want to run but cannot move
'Cause we're embedded in concrete
Come on, sixty three, who's Mister X? Get up
We live in a fairy tale, we swim along with the whales
We dream of evergreen trees, wake up in heart rending cries
Good morning, what's above? Desire, survival
An Almighty God, like a hanging sword, new planets to conquer

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