I am the master who sees it all Just like an eagle pretending fall And if there's nothing left of silence Let the talk flows in There are my angels protecting me
Madness mass coming on Near the master's song I hope there's glitch of intelligence
Ray of light, sparkling truth Bless these creatures before Food is the reason of their existence
Complicating the natural flow of the life Can't see why competition segregating an already small group of lads While I try to maintain it
Madness mass, did you learn? Or should I recall the effects That there's no glitch of intelligence
Ray of light, sparkling truth Bless these creatures before There's no more reason for their existenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
