this is a world where the telephone is used to kill there are houses where the wallpaper wont stand still ghetto king black man threatens what i got better give a reason or you better let me rot
its hard to face me take a look at me
barbie-doll at playtime is now the second look this world is so dirty, like i wrote it in my book jesus-iggy-jimi say i cant read my name is l.s.d. reality or just another game
its hard to face me take a look at me
prophezy : ill synthesize when nothing will appeal bigger sex or better sense i need what i cant steal this could be the world that i see in my eyes to face alone in grinding pain and hopefully to die