- cifra
I make a call, so far to fall
Restless craving
Inundating
The summer snow
But it's not cold
Once it's tested
Thus infected
I've lost myself again
I've lost myself again
It's a nightmare
But it's clear
It will end, but when?
The break of day
I rot away
With every breath
I pray for death
Let me say
Pepsi generation
A few lines
Of misinformation
Watch your money
Flow away oh so quick
To kill yourself properly
Coke is it
