In the name of fame and destruction You recite your dead poetry In the name of a sacred exposure You are living anonymously In the name of a needed acceptance You are selling youself as a bitch In the name of a glorious present You are burning your future indeed I've got tomorrow I live it up I crossed the damn road I've overcome In the name of (an) addictive pestilence You are pitting your death in the scene In the name of a native instinct You're unfolding yourself as a beast In the name of a priceless rising You're denying aggressively What's left of the men's conscience What's left of the men's dreams I've got tomorrow I live it up I crossed the damn road I've overcome All dreams are in the storm (Eternally into this world we're thrown) All fear ascends your soul (Eternally into this world we're thrown) Unreal, illusion We're the virtual hostage ones Once We were As a child In love And the signs Of new times Make us feel In hell All dreams are in the storm (Eternally into this world we're thrown) All fear ascends your soul (Eternally into this world we're thrown) Unreal, illusion We're the virtual hostage ones