White theatre with black windows To heartless happiness of God's farce
The eighth play has six ends Star puppets in glamour of naivity Save hidden under the curtain of world Victim can't see more
How will the stage allow, scenario of centuries For condemned auditorium, have just to watch
Your atom liquidated first defenceless There was disappeared tribes You are, you are the official murders You are, you are the official liers
You hide secrets that belong to everyone You own the right for happyends You are official murders You are official rulers
Your triade never win Your world terror will be never realized
We are here we known about you The spread of fear won't fear us We known who you are and what you want Six angels we'll destroyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
