Letra de The Will To Power

Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness
The only choice, the only voice
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the toffs slumming it?
Where's the fanaticism?
Where's truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness
The only choice, the only voice
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?