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Lyrics : Simone Simons
Music : Coen Janssen

Versions

Album Version (05:26)The Holographic Principle album
Instrumental Version (05:26)The Holographic Principle earbook
Acoustic Version / Dancing in a Gypsy Camp (04:28)The Holographic Principle digipack, The Holographic Principle earbook

Lyrics

We are force to live in silence
Eating dust and breathing violence
Keeping all the suffering within
Let me be the one to hold you
Trying hard, remaining hopeful
Making sure your heart is free of sin

In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
(Where we belong)
Our nation’s torn
Passage gone
A war unknown to us all

Waiting to see your conviction
Swallowing proud premonitions
Clinging onto hope that slowly dies
Standing in the ruins of nature
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice

In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all

See the rays of light dance in hurricanes
The essence of our life held within cruel chains
Come and see the day’s unsolved history
The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear
We can’t hide cruel commands
We will see their last stand
From the heart where we belong
Forever blind to the wasteland beyond

Find security
In this misery
Build a world of death
Hear the fallen prey

In the fire we’ve ignited thoughts of slaying dreams
(Your mortality is the highest prize)
In the ashes evil is reborn
(Your mind’s intricate in a labyrinth turned inside out)

In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
Where we belong
Our nation’s torn
Passage gone
A war unknown to us all

See the rays of light dance in hurricanes
The essence of our life held within cruel chains
Come and see the day’s unsolved history
The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear
See the sands of time play with prophecies
We always end up losing to life’s guarantee
Barren promises feed on your demise
The challenge to be free is a lost enterprise
We can’t hide cruel commands
We will see their last stand
From the heart where we belong
Yet we all know why the cruel commandments came along
Forever blind to the wasteland beyond

Lyrics – Dancing in a Gypsy Camp

We are force to live in silence
Eating dust and breathing violence
Keeping all the suffering within
Let me be the one to hold you
Trying hard, remaining hopeful
Making sure your heart is free of sin

In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
Where we belong
Our nation’s torn
Passage gone
A war unknown to us all

See the rays of light dance in hurricanes
The essence of our life held within cruel chains
Come and see the day’s unsolved history
The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear
We can’t hide cruel commands
We will see their last stand
From the heart where we belong
Forever blind to the wasteland beyond

Waiting to see your conviction
Swallowing proud premonitions
Clinging onto hope that slowly dies
Standing in the ruins of nature
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice

In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all

See the rays of light dance in hurricanes
The essence of our life held within cruel chains
Come and see the day’s unsolved history
The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear
We can’t hide cruel commands
We will see their last stand
From the heart where we belong
Forever blind to the wasteland beyond

See the sands of time play with prophecies
We always end up losing to life’s guarantee
Barren promises feed on your demise
The challenge to be free is a lost enterprise
We can’t hide cruel commands
We will see their last stand
From the heart where we belong
Yet we all know why the cruel commandments came along
Forever blind to the wasteland beyond

Trivia

“This song breaks away from the concept as well. The title comes from a line in Spectre [the James Bond film] and the lyrics were inspired by the current refugee crisis around the world. It’s the idea of children trying to enjoy their childhood in an unsafe environment ; they’re literally dancing in a hurricane and I find it very sad. As a mother, I’m concerned about the well-being of children around the world. Here, our children are fed and they have a roof over their heads and I think we maybe take it for granted.” – Simone Simons