Movin’ on the highway of jealous anger
speedin’ into hollow forms of cryin’.
Preachin’ at midnight your zero-love
makes a servant no king, honey-rose.

Conservative, foolish fellows, you know,
shall be balanced by truth and no law.
Criticize life with unfashionable danger.
Calm, angry men are needed, no conformity steamers.

Open to new waves of conscious revolution,
moving future-creation in the making,
leaving big brother and sell-out faking,
making strong birth of new creation.

Overdrive fools tellin’ what to do.
Wanna draw lines? Just be fine.
Overdrive position and see you are free.
Droppin’ lone shadows, harmonizing with Thee.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany