Four are the seasons Four are the gospels Four cardinal points Four arms of cross. Earthquakes can destroy this society The banks of all world orders may crash by me Life in my hands, but death in my mind More powerful than the authorities. People can feel I’m a dangerous mine People can listen the truth by my voice, but
Changes are terrifying Nobody knows That laziness is worrying hard For killing thoughts.
Life in new land, or death you can find No revelation to men without needs Weapons to kill your depression I give Weapons to fight killing masks I can give, but
Someone knows
Changes are terrifying Nobody knows That laziness is worrying hard For killing thoughts. And all wealthy men Don’t need to die But men without anything Will be my men
My lethal weapon will talk talking words, and Changes could be as fine As someone knows And sadness can come apart With all falling thoughts And all wealthy man Don’t need to die But men without anything Will born again. (My voice talks talking words)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
