The Long Run

I’s so contagious, It’s preying on us, All around

It’s a new fashion, A dirty passion, That we found

At the very end, We’ll be the same my friend In the ground

There’s something greater, That makes you feel like a (Sexy motherfucker)

The world in motion, Fighting temptation, To make things right Those little fingers, Slaves of your pleasure, Are now tired

Stop buying clothing, Stop advertising, Start the fight

Impose your flavour, Be your designer

Carry the winds of the new world Get back to your sisters and brothers Look at this shit-ton of troubles we’re gonna win in the long run Carry the winds of the new world Get back to your sisters and brothers Look at this shit-ton of troubles We’re gonna win altogether

Release this feeling That keeps on going Let it be

Like a need to care And to stay aware Consciously

There’s no coming back When you’re on that track You may hear A new pulsation Call it revelation

Do not be shallow You’ll become hollow Keep it bright We’re all Ulysses In modern abysses And we try

To not let our greed Defining our needs Knowing that That high consumption Is just an option

Carry the winds of the new world Get back to your sisters and brothers Look at this shit-ton of troubles we’re gonna win in the long run Carry the winds of the new world Get back to your sisters and brothers Look at this shit-ton of troubles We’re gonna win altogether

All those little things have a meaning And that is what make it so easy Don’t ever refrain from caring Mankind was made to be free