Woorden: Idola. Seta. Soul.

(Don?t think my pen have a soul
Guitar, bass, drums don?t say a word..
The power that lives in our hands
Is only a mirror of our dreams..)

(don?t tell me please)

your life is a illusion
your dreams only trash
wake up this morning
to change the world..

your life is a illusion
your dreams only trash
wake up this morning
to change the world..
with music like fusion
I live in a flash..
Don?t wait to born..
I stole your word..

with music like fusion
I live in a flash..
Don?t wait to born..
I stole your word..

pain ? shadow ? death ? drops like
man living without any kind of passion..
drugs jacks smokes Marlboro light
you cut your skin to see your fucking blood
disgusting taste of metal in my mouth
I lick and bite the gun for expression control..

Out of control..
Fucking out of control..
out of control..
fucking out of control..

with music like fusion
I live in a flash..
Don?t wait to born..
I stole your word..

with music like fusion
I live in a flash..
Don?t wait to born..
I stole your word..

your life is a illusion
your dreams only trash
wake up this morning
to change the world..

your life is a illusion
your dreams only trash
wake up this morning
to change the world..

Walking down by nowhere street
I taste the life of people like you..
Sick and fucking I lick my fingers
Sick and fucking I lick my fingers..
I lick my fingers..
I lick my fingers..
I lick my fingers..

Out of control..
Fucking out of control..
out of control..
fucking out of control..