I kept running in the woods As fast as the ancients could Could not fight these kinds of beasts Who live for gigantic feasts I don't want 'em to cut my hair My strength would fall from my head Changing the way I speak Until I'm becoming weak
We'll be reborn (Kluskap O'Kom!) Behind the sun (Kluskap O'Kom!) Just like the storm (Kluskap O'Kom!) Will ever come (Kluskap O'Kom!)
There goes the self-esteem In the fumes of gasoline