Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I want to look at black pictures
And walk in moonlight gardens
I take away some insecurity
Then put it back

No more dried up addiction
No more soured sentiment

Get some military venom
Take it with a pinch of salt

[Chorus]
Making music
What the plan
Breaking music

[Verse 2]
A guerrilla born at winter's end
Spins songs that know no limit
Let's do away with sentiment
Life should be outspoken

Pretty girls and owl-like gods
Just like nature planned it
Pallid seagulls cross bacteria seas

Give back our festivals
Keep men and gods separate

How long can a dream go on
Back to square one, once a day

[Outro]
Making music
What's the plan?
Breaking music

Playing music
What's the plan?
Decaying music

Grooving music
What's the plan?
Losing music

Making music