Testi:
Maps

Here's a story of an honest man losing religion, Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation, The while praying came a wicked inspiration,

In the garden where he was cast out by the lord Flames an Omni-directional sword For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with

Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call summoning both poet and thrall

Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me "Son, our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten

If you're discontent to know you world's a pile of shit, Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it, HA HA HA! Ape shall not murder - Ape wasn

Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya Modernistocrat Horatio Alger Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting For the canticle

Dedication is the price you pay: the initiated are Coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless 'cuz you're stuck in the

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight! Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves

And I saw a map of the world That only cared about the place where you were And I heard the saddest of songs But couldn?t help but smile cuz I am in