logo Mogo man a wiri tounan lo de Souroukou logo ni Mogoh man a wiri tounan lo Ale souroukou logo Mogoh man a wiri tounan lo Ale souroukou logo ni Mogo
tiempo pora beber Vatos logos Mi problema es de otra genero Beber y por gue no Solo despertar tengo cervezas Y chichas guappas gustan tortugas Vatos logos
[chorus:] the shot - i need the antidote - shot - gimme the antidote the shot - i want the antidote - i guess i need a lot i guess i this is a fucking
i pushed you forward - the artificial place cause i need people with a nameless face i pushed you backward - the natural disgrace now we're seekers with
we're suffering the calibre i drag me in and out, i'm my own contraband i'm catering the interests, of a market i strongly resent how crazy is that
imposter [chorus:] imposter - i am the torch at the gate imposter - i am the switch in the grenade imposter - i am the rush within the raid imposter
home of titans - where extension is the frame remission is the play - in this amaranthine game in our compulsory advance - the conquest belts the soil
he meritocracy freedom - the contrast of freedom - the contrast the network's avaricious, the fabric takes the darkest quote no salvaging the designated
these private fantasies of share and profit when did the market turn this decadent desired expertise claiming the orbit since when are takeovers this
the country that i am, is lost tonight the visions, the strucutres, the unions are sold delusion is a dense cold forest of intrests where freedom now
sometimes i care to wonder about the blindfold on my soul about the razor wire fence that isolates me in the mold the precipice is closing in on rancid
with every context of crisis that you bend - with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent with every poverty-line, that you assign - you shape
[chorus:] the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall]? the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall]? the breath of a hurricane it's the conspiracy
the assembly plant is smothering me i'm a predefined commodity the marauder mill needs an unpolluted grist i can feel the strain around my wrist we
Bambini marziani e munizioni Per natale, a colazione, per la citta Non e gioco e non e malattia, non e malattia, non e malattia, non e malattia, non
dal respiro dei quartieri, nei vicoli piu neri non rimarrete interi. Ma intanto distacchiamoci dal piu comune luogo, ogni parola come sfogo, ma nessun logo
Ti na sou po, ki ego se skeftomai mpaineis sto nou mou san to fisima tou anemou einai trelo, ma kapou euxomai na mi se gnoriza kalitera pote mou. Mporei
Fenete tin prosefhi mu Pos tin akuse o Theos Ke se stelni sti zoi mu Gia na allaksi entelos Fenete tin prosefhi mu Pos tin akusan ta asteria Ki ime pia
