the 28th of June I can make you feel that I'm a surreal cartoon With my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face Because I'm on a paper chase
the film with lighting tender With a beautiful hymn that's how I'd like to remember The perfect pretender Whose movie is about to begin With another lovely hymn
!!! Oh yeah! Nobody cares about the state of affairs. You can turn blue in the face, but you cannot erase. Oblivious to the obvious. I'm making perfect
could have life passed the grave From prophets to the priests- we trace it back to the greats Take it back to the days when faith had a face And not just
the 28th of June I can make you feel that i'm a surreal cartoon with my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face Because i'm on a paper chase
Venerate her under many names As a pagan mystic rose Perfect prostitute priestess Face dripping with the semen of many Initiatrix to the great work, devoted
