Seeking searching, digging
Like a stray dog who’s bleeding
Walkin through the streets
Praying release
Thoughts with no meaning, head keep on spinning

I need to defecate this anger
A shiny smile comes out a banner
I think is just their world and mine
Some chicks are standing in a line

Another place to be,
music loud, lost in a crowd
I really fancy all these clouds, where I’m allowed, to be loud
To touch and share this heavy doubt, I wonder
why I need to go around, step this ground, searching for my sound,
stuck on mute, a drugged dude, who’ ve grown attached to
this strange bound

But when I’m real, I feel intoxicated
My words and feelings are intoxicated, too late to change it
My thoughts and manners and all that matters, intoxicated, intoxicated.

Raised at this alley, devils sixth son, touched the sun and then he jumped
and felt into this valleys toxic dump,
King of the streets, dreams not for sleepers but gold key keepers, those with best snickers, those who keep the ace of spades under their sleeves, those with best deals, so good it feels
But ten hearts is missing, someone she is kissing, now I’m on my knees and it seems, all shit turned out so bad, I’m getting mad, then comes my man and gets so funny, I light my pipe, some extra mone, some sugar honey And life is not so fuckin sad.

Strange bound, my inner sound, what I found, two forces fighting and yet existing,
My will is missing, I feel manipulated, subjugated,
Paralyzed, constant hissing
Can’t think wise, throwig my dice,
Three, two, one, solution rise, roads open to eyes
My feet ‘r heavy, I feel not ready..
Can’t memorise, the future appears in cheap disguise, I made it twice.

Strange bound, strange bound, my inner sound, nothing I found, keep look around, deep high and down.

Society’s laboratory, graduated with success and glory, learn to eat, shit and fuck,
The motherfucker who comes in my way and steals my story, now you’re sorry.
I tried to warn you about this race, its just a face, it lost its trace, junk we embrace, learn to disgrace
Spending our lives in cyberspace, wrong birth in wrong place.
Wrong feelings, wrong dealings, wrong diseases with no healings, wrong air, wrong stair,
Top is like a chick with nice body and stylish hair and me,
Who keep it low, keep it slow, think I’m better doing the same three feet bellow,
Maybe you know what lower class is, those people inside the dashes, I go with this fuckin flow.