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.