Letra de Meurtres
I heard always carrying magic crystals
Those scary rocks have terrible powers
I heard they turn hippies into war machines
And war machines into cool guys with a trench-coat
Tough guys cry in their hands
But you can't
You only cry in your head

Cat head in my room
Just above my bed and below my ceiling
Cat head in my room
Just above my bed
Whispering bad things

Cat body detach from his head
Fading in the light