Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect
He learned how to make you feel safe
and kill you with a smile

And the food so fast, the hair so clean
The moon so far, fire so weak
All those words flying in the air

Cannot see the stars
Images, colors, like wrong perfection
Wash my brain, dirty it's so clean

But who are you?
The mixture has no smell
Soon you will sit on the bench

of those who deny I have my soul
You sell a dream you create
Condemned by what you condemned before

Smooth are the words you sing down and high
Underground is your joy your laws
Satan is a lawyer

Ha Ha Ha!
You choose the appeerance of the futile
Trapped, a coner stops your back, you're out

Before you grow you will die.
Ha Ha Ha!