Из альбома: In Conflict
At five and six, even as a child you felt the terror of the infinite.
Stenciling your diagrams of trilogies and pyramids on the face of the infinite.
And sing about a poetess, hyacinth around her feet,
That it will never come again is what makes our life so sweet.
Do you agree or disagree?
There's a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
The sun has set on me.
There's a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
You saved the game and Escobar came from the grave
To warn you with a bloody hand to never try to make the band,
Said like a blister undersole, the body will heal any hole
The body gradually transform and lose its features one by one
Until it is as beautiful as the wind before the storm.
Do you agree or disagree?
There's a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
The sun has set on me.
There's a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys tour the town victorious in war
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys on the ball.
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys tour the town victorious in war
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys on the ball
Boys on the ball.
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys tour the town victorious in war
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys on the ball.
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys tour the town victorious in war
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys on the ball.