Blue asphalt and lilac lines Yellow bricks and scissors white I don't want to look aside There's no trust and there're no rights
It is not delusion It's not disease It's not the sunstrike It's just a fantasy
People stand and stare at sun Pavement is prepared for tsar Rainbow has eight colors now Sniper has an aim to take down
It is not the suicide It's not anarchy It's not a crime scene
It is not delusion It's not disease It's not the sunstrike
Blow up your fat and break the steal You should just add the poison in my meal The virus now breaks established order And now I have nobody else to kill
It's not romantic It's not a dream It's not a revolution
It's not delusion It's not a dream It's just a fantasy x4