Songtext zu 'Hold On' von Atlantic Popes

Worn out senses yearn for peace & quiet
Can not level out and sleep at night
Thunderstorms of pictures and sounds are flashing in the brain
Just chemistry will work and kill this pain

Wake up in the morning feels like thrown out of the womb
The sky won't show no Sun today just heavy clouds of gloom
An aching head is wondering how to rise in rank again
You're born to make as much as you can

Billion people fighting every day
Some will have it all will go astray
A buzzing swarm no time to lose the goal is more and more
Voracity - a breeding ground for war

Now when I take a look at all these souls on planet earth
I barely can believe that help is here the trouble worth
Hollow words are driving the haste and lacking any view
And verily I sing unto you

Sense of duty, sense of honour, and a sense of family
Sense of balance, sense of beauty, sense of being you and me
Senses are completely dazzled never seem to get it right
Every nerve is simply frazzled are they spoiling for
Are we spoiling for a fight

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, slow down
Slow down and be aware
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on to your faith
Slow down and be aware

Sense of guilt and sense of crisis and inferiority
Sense of love and sense of humour, sense and sensibility
Sense of right and sense of being and a sense of decency
Finding sense beyond the fence is making sense for you
Making sense for you and me

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, slow down
Slow down and be aware
Hold on, hold on, slow down
Hold on, hold on to your faith
Slow down and be aware

Worn out senses yearn for peace & quiet
Cannot level out and sleep at night
Thunderstorms of pictures and sounds are flashing in the brain
Just chemistry will work and kill this pain

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, slow down, hold on
Slow down and be aware
Hold on, hold on, slow down
Hold on, hold on to your faith
Slow down and be aware
Hold on
Hold on