Lyrics:

In the name of fame and destruction
You recute your dead poetry
In the name of a sacred exposure
You are living anonymously
In the name of a needed acceptance
You are selling youself as a bitch
In the name of a glorious present
You are burning your future indeed
I've got tomorrow
I live it up
I crossed the damn road
I've overcome
In the name of (an) addictive pestilence
You are pitting your death in the scene
In the name of a native instinct
You're unfolding yourself as a beast
In the name of a priceless rising
You're denying aggressively
What's left of the men's conscience
What's left of the men's dreams
I've got tomarrow
I live it up
I crossed the damn road
I've overcome
All dreams are in the storm
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)
All fear ascends your soul
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)