Текст песни Bondage

Lights are gone Empty city Grey is the scene Neon is the divine act The plastic is real Its part of your life Its part of the culture It’s the taste of your life No strings attached No need to bond James is on his way To save the world once again From the present evil Lurking in the shades Of unpopularity The sword of changes at hand A threat to the cultural ascents Carved through the times To give it a distinct look An image like never before Never mind the thorns of mediocrity Never mind the shaky foundation As long as the order is kept And the routine is back on track And we buy and we sell And accept and swallow Till the last cup So what happens next When the writers are gone And the new creative hand writes a new tomorrow Will they only have the courage To wake up to a world…?