Exelcior 911
You squize this straifing thing
Before the diapperane of the none
And there is no answer to get clear
And what had seemed alreay gone
New age of clons upon the side
So many qustions of been
Have placed the answer for so right
The cure was stolen from the gin
For true is , an longing haze
Again the fury on lips taste
Again the war kidnapping dreams
Ones gained, oblivion machines
The love and luck you lurke more
For diffrent state like an a game
Noboy wants to spend a gore
Upon the victimed seed of rage
And count of dead not works at all
And you dismiss for next try
So much of love was from you'r goal
So much of hell in paradise
The knife of rotten had dismissed
The new tehnology arise
Ask someone if he misses:
A place of hell in paradise.
