Cold - blooded home

A black horse
A booze mouth
A cold room
A fine master
Raising in the sky

A slave offering
In a paranoid city
An old ritual
A pair of greasy eyes.

He red what he could do to
He said ok to that
He bought a golden glass
He put it in the window

And he pushed the button
So the master was rissen
And he turned off the screen
So the citizens desapeared

And he saw his hands again
And the deal was done
And he knew nothing must bother
The cold - blooded house.

Beating Winds

An under ground room
A bomb exploting far
A girl I used to know
Saw her flesh tearing apart

And the same mistake wont be made
For he never forget.


The flowers are growing
In insanity park
My body is rolling
Skin and flesh
And a shinny red light

Im giving all my shots
Gambling all my money
The fruits they are allmost ripe
The past mistaken
Chasing

See the concrete road
End in red horizons

See the fast machine
Speeding up the engine

See the souls of guilt land
Waving there little flags
Tears in there eyes
Saying just goodbye.

And see that big mount girl
Trying to fit inside
The winds they make there ride
They shout "you don´t belong"

Yeah!