We do it all the night all the night along
A perfect illusion used to be strong
High times with bebob behind the walls
Playing with puppets like cruely dolls
Gimme mo of your adventures
Gimme mo old words in vain
Gimme mo you lone creator
Gimme mo of your narrations
Pistols and candles in asshole view
War in the living room, clockwork crew
We can't understand the language of toys
Killing the nature like gambling boys