…’CAUSE FOR SALE

Justify my game

The man he plans and the gods who damn

But listen to my friend:

If you have never finished your deeds

And seen them to the end

No chance or accident that

At last you're sitting on the

Edge of a gully

Senseless rebel

Who's mad at everybody

The man he plans and the gods who damn

In among this riotesse

A cut throat from razord edges

Isn't more ain't violence

Abstract who gives a fuck

Bacause I don't justify my game take it

Shelter won't make you make it

You're dead... beware...

The man he pland and the gods who damn

Contingency's violence

All action a person made as

Something else than riotesse

Master serving the slave revolution

Anarchy raving chaos

Nothing can save you from loss

You're gone... beware...

The edge

Tattoo me now

Stick the needle deep in my skin

A cutting glimpse

The thirsty knife gave watching me bleed

Now in my head

Planting electrodes on my brain

The thumping of my heart

Beats the machine

I am at the living dead

Primiiv organism

No more nothing for me

That's it...

Here is my fear

Energy knowledge and power

Live'in me

My instict drive for live

Keeps me alive

Come and kill some

More and more

Of my cells

What do you think

Am I rigth

Now the beeb

Of the life machine's gone flat

Another kingdom's secret door

Stand ajar

Here I go

I leave all this for good

I could come back here

Is true but

What for... what for...

Wake and bake

Rise at noon, cafe soon, next is wake and bake

Never hate, it's not too late, give everything you take

Avoid wrong, keep smokin' strong, while still remaining straight

Say what you mean, through harsh it seems, and carry your own weight

Don't forget, a pile of shit can many treasure hide

So love me right, please every night, I ain't too young to die

Avoid wrong, keep smokin' strong, while still remaining straight

Say what you mean, through harsh it seems, and carry your own weight

No world order

Watch, how the boob tube

Feeds as any crap

Everywhere the streets are

Full of crack and rap

Got no plane

Still everyone's flying high

The young aren't young

Just already to die

Stirving skyscrapers

Cast dark shadows

Jungle in the streets

Hangman’s gallows

Media projects

The real through pictures

Today reality is a fiction

Is the viewer or the viewed the wictim?

Can't believe my eyes

Who made this changes?

Won't accept the lies!

Can't believe my eyes

How fucked the age is

Can't believe these lies

Automaton work done

In their factory

As the man fat pig

Drinks at the party

We're just watching on

As we suffer

Greedy pigs hog it up motherfuckers

In the end what we got, just leftovers

Chant/locked in a prism

The dark soul of his own mind

A lone wolf of his own kind

Searching something to find

With closed eyes see to be blind

He departs on a journey

As the wind may blow the wild weed

In the world he does his learning

Feeling joy or pain and hurting

He's a child and a hero

He chants his only motto:

Every freedom to know

Just move and always go, go, go!

Out is the only passage

Possibilities are massive

He lives hard, he is active

The unknown is attractive

In every war he's a fighter

Upon the Earth to make it brighter

Eagle's claw and feather lighter

Flying ever higher

But now he's gotten turned out

Experience has burned out

So calloused hear his loud shout:

Wander outlow hopeless about!

An earthen prison

Dripping blood from all the wounds I'm given

It's Outlaw livin'

Self exile, alone wherever I'm driven

Locked in a prism

Locked in a prism...

!Que delicia!

La ultima tacha y basta

Mi cigarillo ya se gasta

Deberia marcharme

Estoy harto de la fiesta

La via a casa es larga

Y las chicas no se largan

Fumo un ultimo tiro

Y comienzo a subir

Que delicia

Que felicidad

Que delicia

Astronauta soy

Y viajo sin nave espacial

Espacial

Entro en el espacio

Mi escafandra es mi piel

El sistema solar

Hace tiempo lo deje

Para mi es un momento

Para la luz mucho mas tiempo

Fumo un ultimo tiro

Y para siempere volare