Maybe you can think we are pessimistics Obstinated, that's ok This is your point of view We're not truth owners But we want to know what you have to say If you agree, our condolences If you dischord scream loud Prove that we're wrong
We are God's faeces From the point that lam The references are so incovenient I can feel the cry of the children The sadness of the man The lamentations of the ancients Everything is so real It hurts me deep and cut my flesh The lover's treason The rent of the bodies
My friend, my love My I, my ignorance Everything is for sale For cheap prices Can't you see the flames burning high? Can't you hear the souls that are screaming in agony?
