7th floor کے بول

We wonder why the sky explodes We quote a prayer that no one knows To keep tradition as beloved 'cause a motion with a fatal draft We rather deny the mortal saga We re-exchange opinion We're slaves to our thoughts We're slaves to changes Been forced on a row Been straight forgiven The last exchange for years is done The silent movement that's to come The last exchange for good is done The final fever that's to come We gather where the fountain flows We quote a prayer that no one knows To keep tradition as beloved 'cause a motion with a fatal draft We rather deny the mortal saga We re-exchange opinion We're slaves to our thoughts We're slaves to changes Forced on a row Been straight forgiven The last exchange for years is done The silent movement that's to come The last exchange for good is done The final fever that's to come