The window watchers outside my car
like a central FBI
my betascan looks like cammeraman
I an I, police on my back!
running, running, running
running into circles into myself arms
in my babylon broken eyes
The rottweiler of god frightened me
and recycled the power of the most motherfucker maniacs!
The sky that delivers me to its life staga faith
and put fear into the wall
guilt like another human river
on the shores of pleasure (living in a babylon!)
run, run, run
run along the line of identity
that plays you to stop being guilty
God's rottweiler scares me
and recycles the power of the greatest Maniac sons of bitches on earth
In a hurry
turned into an animal
among thieves who plunder the present
of you and my past
run, run, run
run along the line of identity
that plays you to stop being guilty
The rottweiler of god intimidated me
and recycled the power of the most motherfucker maniacs!

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