The life is an architect by a group of idiots
And I'm not architect
It would be easier if you stay silent

The ink will disappear in the best moment
Where are my warriors?
My friends are professionals
And what I do?

When the sun disappear, what to do?
I'm hoping the gray take over the green
The waves are losing blue.


The architects are the best and the worst
when children are naive not think of building shit
When they grow up, killing up to ensure their money

Shut up!
I got a dollar and that was the home birth