My lawyers they all smell like thieves
Beat waht you cannot see
So how bizzare it must be
Here I roam and there I leave
The air is cold warm is your breath
Stick that knife into yourself
Through my eyes one symbol of hate
Complete the rest Complete the syndicare
The fallen man comes up to my mind
I wish all your mistakes where mine
The delta poors and it flows to shine
While you complain You moarn too many times
Drive and thieve like thieves
The wheels come close rolling on the street
Steeling the thought of a dream
I wonder what you have sang to me
Artist: Wolfgang Lackerschmid
Artist: Clinton Fearon