
Volatile Times IAMX
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[Verse 1]
Look at me, what have I become?
I am lost, I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in my London town
So I must leave you now but I will remember the ups and the downs
[Chorus]
Goodbye my friends, goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
[Verse 2]
Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels, of all the wounded and the crying witches
[Chorus]
Goodbye my friends, goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
[Bridge]
I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and Utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralysed
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired
Look at me, what have I become?
I am lost, I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in my London town
So I must leave you now but I will remember the ups and the downs
[Chorus]
Goodbye my friends, goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
[Verse 2]
Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels, of all the wounded and the crying witches
[Chorus]
Goodbye my friends, goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
[Bridge]
I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and Utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralysed
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired
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