Oh let the man beat down on my face, gods to kill my dream I'm no believer of no caste or race, for all that I have seen Been hit with meddlers of my mentle space, this world has random beings They bark of ways to fill my sober state, with what they all believe… Walk along with young mulling brains, their voice address my fears But I'm bored of these old debates, the worries are quite clear… Everyone's running around, someone burned the town I can't really understand, who ran this hasty plan Trying to hide, trying to hide, all my tears… Oh fight the worm that leaves disgrace, light bulbs around your street Lead the pack back to the base, a mellow desperate breeze Drink tequila with someone soon, the burn goes in vain Sure you must have ready goons, ready to catch fear… Oh, gather four friends, kill the snail, cross the ones you're near With no mission but an open case, which way would you steer...