Seven died some day some night.
Yes death it is a part of life.
As long as it stays out of the news than it's
alright.
But channel two got in my room.
With a story about a deadly broom.
Wrapped inside a female masquerade costume.
Lucia; her name is written,
on everyone's point of vieuw.
Everything is wrong or right and false or true.
And while you think, you know it best.
Coz that's what everyone would say.
Lucia now pays that price of yours today.
Well all that has been understood,
was just a word that sounded pretty good.
A story of a woman that murdered seven wonders,
with a needle and a poisoned vieuw.
A monkey in a bathing suit.
A preference for rotting fruit.
But all that you have seen,
is just what they believe in,
and not what you supposed to do.
The judgment sayes; "hey everybody knows
that you're responsible for seven deaths".
Guilty till you got a proof of innocence.
But what's the honesty of a man,
that blows the bugle of the grave?
You must be mad for digging such a cave.
Coz all that has been understood,
was just a word that sounded pretty good.
A story of a woman that murdered seven wonders,
with a needle and a poisoned vieuw.
A monkey in a bathing suit.
A preference for rotting fruit.
But all that you have seen,
is just what they believe in,
and not what you supposed to do.
Judging me and judging you,
is easy for a man to do.
Even when your eyes can see that it's untrue.
But Lucia has got that thing,
that people just dont like to see.
Her name written in the news on your tv.
Well all that has been understood,
was just a word that sounded pretty good.
A story of a woman that murdered seven wonders,
with a needle and a poisoned vieuw.
A monkey in a bathing suit.
A preference for rotting fruit.
But all that you have seen,
is just what they believe in,
and not what you supposed to do.
Everything and everyone,
here is something you may never have done.
But hold your breath and know you still ain't won.
