I have walked
As a Jewish bad judge waiting for a new star
I was trying
To survive in a jail with 30 demons of light
Think about your lovers girls
They never move
The talks nerve to show how much they love you
Monarchs in party. banana for the monkeys.
Revolution whips on the hands of the same kings

Cause all the skies has his lucifers
And all the paradise his temptations

Luxury refined
Hope you fix your mind all night long in the verb
Platonic Plebeians
How a new stupid lion of gold
Could see thought the tunic
We don’t need another war
To show how much coast a young human, oh no!
Just the desire muscle they move
So think about your lovers girls, because you

If you still are alive you will
Get a smile when understand
How deep is this vile tongue

I never told to you hear my lies
As a strong profane man
On the packing house stairway
As a stove revolutionary
I get to go! I get the day!
We can change the way
As a mammy with a large teats
Looking for some greed lips