Singer: Alphavite

The thought beat in his temples,
They'll be through the scalp.
How many times have I, like a pack of hungry dogs
The whole world of them down.

We do not have clear tomorrow,
This fact adds to the landscape of bright colors.

I didn't write dreams, they found me.
If you don't want to die and kill for them, why are you alive?

P*Dor prevents us to live much more than p*dick.

The world is controversial, then PI*ora does not love gays.

Pray for us before going to sleep, barely closing his eyes.
But not in the ROC, there for all of us, not enough dough.

The procession of people want as quickly as possible the bird in the hand.

Hey, where did you get all that I need this bird in the hand?

And suddenly all of life is limited to square meters rooms?

It's like I broke up with a woman, because now everything is in my hands.

Impenetrable darkness just before dawn.

One does not need Heaven!

We only have power over you, we make money, money doesn't make us.

All we have is a mixture of obsession, passion and luck.