WISEMAN - Per Hour Lyrics

Perhaps the nation.
Still cares about your life.

Fighting For Your senses.
Guiding desert to promised land.

Manipulation, it's like hell. I guess.
When the masters are all Around of you.

Seclusion now.
Illusion is afraid.

One Mile An Hour.
Run fast. Away of me, it's you.
Don't run away.
Revolution's made of screams.

One lie Per Hour.
Hope runs away of me, it's you.
Don't run away.
Revolution's made of screams

In The Name of Progress.

Drink your bottle of wine.
They were guys depressed.
And awakened.
A flight of minds turns to soil and sync old sounds.

In The name Of Progress.

My rest, easy and fast, I will go away.
Blow anyway.
Revolution's made of Dreams

Reflux of Anger
Reflex of Anger
Reflux of Anger
One soul to be and they seemed to care about ....