So, Where do The Certainties Go To

Is there a good life?
Is life tasteful?
We are nomads by fate

We had a life rule
We had a safe roof
We could pretend we were free

Slow, we walk
Long for something we can do

The indians pay with their lives, drying on the streets
The miners waste desire down in a hole
All because the owner must succeed
Subjected to a hard time
Subsistance and rage

The workers’ blood has turned into dust
Surplus and values drain from veins
Some hold forth pleasures to no one
This soil keeps lies, in the name of machine

No private lives
No men engines (Êngine)
Replace the old misery
Enough blind eyes
To poverty
We are no longer relieved

Ohh Oh Oh...
Resistance, tonight
We found
A hole in the speach

The sun will come down
And the ride will begin
Tomorrow feels like
A dollar bill
And on and on
We move along

No private lives
No men engines
Replace the old misery
Enough blind eyes
To poverty
We are no longer relieved

(Astronaut)
Mission Control, this is Mars 6th - 07 - 2013, do you read me?
Mars 6th - 07 - 2013 Roger
We were wrong
The certainties, they're falling apart
Everything is clear now
Life, there's life comin' through the ground
So many mistakes and wrong certanties
We were wrong
Life, it doesn't started in the Earth planet

No matter
Good lies won’t save us from bleed
Good lies won’t save us from bleed
We had ambition, we could let it away
Some want to run, but never hear when silence calls their names

Ohh oh oh
Resistance, tonight
We found
A hole in the speach
A hole in the speach
You may come if you wish! Go