Almah - The Hostage lyrics

In the name of fame and destruction You recute your dead poetry In the name of a sacred exposure You are living anonymously In the name of a needed acceptance You are selling your self as a b**h 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 d**h 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)