Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution They Provide The Paint For The Picture Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint On The Insides Of Your Eyelids Lyrics

There is a man with no face and a name I don't remember always in the house in the middle of the woods and he said once "Son, don't you laugh out loud for they are listening, oh, they are listening. Oh you've got to be strong, Oh, you've got to keep holding on. It's now just a matter of time