Bastard - Polyenso

And when the nation gives its keys

To the operation’s dreams

Like we’ve been given some new master…

And when we closed our eyes at night

Waking up to some surprise

Like the world was in a new disaster

In a pole against the leaves

Like that fucker’s burning dreams

The world was spinning so much faster then

Well all is not lost and art is not lost

You could never change us, bastard

We’ve got a burning fire inside

There’s no more wearing this disguise

We’ll hold a fist up high to flick this bastard (away)

And in a pole against the leaves

Like that fucker’s burning dreams

The world is in a new disaster (again)

Well all is not lost and art is not lost

You could never change us, bastard

All is not lost and art is not lost

You could never change us, bastard

All is not lost and art is not lost

You could never change us, bastard

You could never change us, bastard

You could never change us, bastard