My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms Skeptics think its a doctored photo of a U.F.O
Youre wasting your breath on life after death 'cause Im almost sure If hell does exist, then the Devils a scientist, finding a cure Its life, microscopic size, unseen by the naked eye The answers encoded with ink thats invisible
When God made the earth and saw his net worth, he posed for a shot And life in the D is what was handed to me and thats what Ive got Its all just a hologram, locked in a vault, its a cryptogram A lie on the polygraph test, its detectableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
