7/8

I follow the game of my instinct
I revive the fire that is extinct
I understand the fear of the different
I bathe in its wine red river

You see the rabbit in the hat
They talk and talk as if they knew
They want the golden rung on the ladder
But they are not even up there and they are already dizzy

They are kicking and crying to be the center
And it's just one of many ways of not looking inside

I hear screams of lightning
A slow and clear sound
Keeps my eyelids open
And they split my shell in half

Hey!
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Do you want to find pleasure or not?

With the mischief of lengthening the days
I eternalized the hours of a short life
I do not believe in the law of this tyranny
There is no one more imprisoned than the king, did you know that?

Do you really buy that as rebellion?
If there is only cowardice in that package
Food for those chicks
Together the gang Al Capone and pian
They think they get to heaven by spitting up
And they will be left on the ground eating the shit they throw away

I hear screams of lightning
A slow and clear sound
Keeps my eyelids open
And they split my shell in half

Hey
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do you want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do you want to find pleasure or not?