I'm always ahead
with the head in the line of fire

I will never manner my ways

beating my head if necessary
I will pass this wall

Social disaster, I know
but it doesn't really matter

I will never manner my ways

so many clothes
and you just want to be naked

we are fucked up the ass
but i know all the brands!

oh! so new and tastefull!
throw it to get a new one

I'm so proud to have you on my side
but now is to late and i need to move on

slashed eyes
your way to stay

hey, please, relax
if I feel alone, i will go to your embrace

damn you
I'm not to play

i've walked one thousand fucking miles
to reach this secure place (just in my head)

now mister buda
can I have the promissed land?

so little experience on the belt
much paths to take

they point me to nowhere
just one more scratch to get

now mister buda
can I have the promissed land?

I know you feel weird
I feel that too

forced to resist
but if you just want to drug yourself to death?

now mister buda
can I have the promissed land?

these days I have felt so alive
that sometimes comes the fear of dying

sometimes they tell me
please sir
use this needle
but they can not reach us

Phones ring when the night comes
always asking
are you okay?
unfortunately, they did not reach us

windows closed
tea to cure

however
these days I have felt so alive

in our hidden lair
listening to the fierce helicopter
Like father like son
is what they say