Holy John
Acrobat
I'll drink all that remains
And I will go away, still toughtless
And then I'll take the subway
On the rail to make my death smile
I came for only one beer
But the desert, its great misery
It gives thirst
Question is a super square wich made you right
But it's a tool that use also life
One does not make any more of the sins
But one still makes of them silly things
Thos who hide themselves like ostriches all their lives
Perhaps end with a conscienceless brain
Wich is not what I want
And I will go away, still toughtless
And then I'll take the subway
On the rail to make my death smile
I came for only one beer
But the desert, its great misery
It gives thirst
Question is a super square wich made you right
But it's a tool that use also life
One does not make any more of the sins
But one still makes of them silly things
Thos who hide themselves like ostriches all their lives
Perhaps end with a conscienceless brain
Wich is not what I want