Head full of songs, more then I can give to bands so I started recording with my living room studio. Try to put my symfonic rock background into a pop format
People flee head over heels
for a truth, partly unrevealed
in which our free world plays a role
but we don’t wanna see the whole
People flee without documents
issued by steady governments
No proper law, no outlawry
No waterproof, fitting story
People flee and sometimes die
in the process, drown in their try
People flee and may survive
Red alert. Here they come, arrive
As a threat we welcome them
Locked away, no freedom
Doomed to face fascist lies
No dignity, no compromise
Doomed to drown in a paper process
or to join our native homeless
A one-way ticket back
to death, no way to track
People are no material
cannot be illegal
People flee, people flee
All entitled to be free
And weren’t we the free world after all?
so we claimed, was our call
Freedom under control
Free within our wall
