People from the high skies tell lies into ya head like illusion
Buyin' out my ground plies, burnnin' out my tries in conclusion
Livin' like kings in the desert silence, leavin' us bile and diffusion
Shuttin' up our mouth filled up with smiles, just doin' their intrusion
Into our souls, brains, strainin' our pockets, leavin' just dimes in delusion
There isn't anything else just week struggle, in the burnin' distruction
Just eating the stale bread with muzzle, yep - it's the induction
Of never endin' fight, smite, dynamite against the total corruption
Fucking funny hat I wear, I didn't bought It I swear!
Last edited by Jay_Cross [7th sun]; 05-01-2006 at 03:24 AM.