Lyrics:

Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect

He learned how to make you feel safe

and kill you with a smile

And the food so fast, the hair so clean

The moon so far, fire so weak



All those words flying in the air

Cannot see the stars

Images, colors, like wrong perfection

Wash my brain, dirty it's so clean

But who are you?

The mixture has no smell



Soon you will sit on the bench

of those who deny I have my soul

You sell a dream you create

Condemned by what you condemned before

Smooth are the words you sing down and high

Underground is your joy your laws

Satan is a lawyer

You choose the appeerance of the futile

Trapped, a coner stops your back, you're out

Before you grow you will die...