domenica 26 dicembre 2010

there's an ashtray full of cigarettes
It's not my affair they're eating a lot of sweets

I feel good here with my soldiers
they hear only me following my orders
...since to die!

In the living room they have party
talking about painful something
With no end and no energy
I fight in the air
against an imaginary face musch smoke as in a visionary race!

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