Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect   He learned how to make you feel safe   and kill you with a smile   And the food so fast, the hair so clean   The moon so far, fire so weak      All those words flying in the air   Cannot see the stars   Images, colors, like wrong perfection   Wash my brain, dirty it's so clean   But who are you?   The mixture has no smell      Soon you will sit on the bench   of those who deny I have my soul   You sell a dream you create   Condemned by what you condemned before   Smooth are the words you sing down and high   Underground is your joy your laws   Satan is a lawyer   You choose the appeerance of the futile   Trapped, a coner stops your back, you're out   Before you grow you will die...