Complain of old fashions
Boast of your invention
Tell me your cool style talk
To walk ways great stars go
But I will not share your dream
Will not feed your self-esteem
With lies on vision that
Has gone a bit too mad
Invite your dearest friends
And let them stare and admire
The wonders of possessions
That you have gathered in your house
Dress tables for the feast of conceit
Party for the blind
They will praise your wisdom, image
And your cool lifestyle
Live in your illusions
Give me a kind permission
To stay out of your world
The way that strangers want
Do not waste your precious care
On freaks and fools like me
There is nothing I may need
In stray reality
Invite your dearest friends...
I will never share your dream
Your slanted world is fear
Nightmare of a life in vain
Just a ruthless pain
You simply retrogress
To silly childishness
Governed by laws of the last trend
Memoria - Vanity Fair Lyrics
Memoria - Vanity Fair Lyrics
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Complain of old fashions
Boast of your invention
Tell me your cool style talk
To walk ways great stars go
But I will not share your dream
Will not feed your self-esteem
With lies on vision that
Has gone a bit too mad
Invite your dearest friends
And let them stare and admire
The wonders of possessions
That you have gathered in your house
Dress tables for the feast of conceit
Party for the blind
They will praise your wisdom, image
And your cool lifestyle
Live in your illusions
Give me a kind permission
To stay out of your world
The way that strangers want
Do not waste your precious care
On freaks and fools like me
There is nothing I may need
In stray reality
Invite your dearest friends...
I will never share your dream
Your slanted world is fear
Nightmare of a life in vain
Just a ruthless pain
You simply retrogress
To silly childishness
Governed by laws of the last trend
Boast of your invention
Tell me your cool style talk
To walk ways great stars go
But I will not share your dream
Will not feed your self-esteem
With lies on vision that
Has gone a bit too mad
Invite your dearest friends
And let them stare and admire
The wonders of possessions
That you have gathered in your house
Dress tables for the feast of conceit
Party for the blind
They will praise your wisdom, image
And your cool lifestyle
Live in your illusions
Give me a kind permission
To stay out of your world
The way that strangers want
Do not waste your precious care
On freaks and fools like me
There is nothing I may need
In stray reality
Invite your dearest friends...
I will never share your dream
Your slanted world is fear
Nightmare of a life in vain
Just a ruthless pain
You simply retrogress
To silly childishness
Governed by laws of the last trend