Dakota Songtext
von Alta

Makeshift alarms
Motors in cars
Mechanical smiles//

Jungle of arms
Maps are no use
We′re to lost to find
A canvas of grey


A handshake good bye
A billboard of bombs
Where is this place
The beauty beneath
Such ugly cascades
We invent gods
A free form of thought
The savior we taught
Is coming a lie

Deep in our hearts, hold on my friends
Deep in our hearts, hold on my friends
Deep in our hearts, hold on my friends
Deep in our hearts, hold on my friends

This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt

This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt


This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt
This place is reversed, an ocean of hurt