-Hey, little Billy The Bastard I do really hesitate of your behavior! -But, Mrs. Lewton, Why am I the arrow in your back? -'Coz You was damn unpretty, when our school was testing by big brothers from The Stone City! Look up to Frank, rowdy!
Crone mrs. Lewton completely go mad, Poor little brother's crying in vain Acid lake dissolves the flash of the action: Everything's frozen: 'tis the Satans' fad. Resistances vertebra way back is slain, We've chosen not correct direction: So we've gone too far I understand. If we could come back I know: Insane people would choose another tsar: Sold for the iron plaque.
Chour: But I'm A-Social! I'll fight for my brother! Yes, I'm A-Social! I'll better die, but fail!
Solid high moutain ain't the cover: Iron stomach of satellite will digest us all. Cogwheel of machine goes tailed on us! The other side has even a white necked plover That's dissecting the height of skies shawl. The question of escape, we 're coming across. So we are insane I understand. I do run in vain I know: When I'll get to my final destination I won't be patient!