Knight Stalker
Shake Well
Music, it kills your brain cellsSo please turn this off my son And write poetry Of birds and pretty things Flowers and whoresDon't mean a thing to me They represent everything I hateYour beliefs are slowly dying So just stop trying Why even bother Putting up with thisJust to come and feel itFlowers and whoresDon't mean a thing to me They represent everything I hate
From Letras Mania