Yes I eat sh** is given Not only produced I'm away from this now But putting up with it is still the rule Here look Come on the cliff Civilization of tied Sysiphes Even not pushing their rocks no more Just looking them in rise by a force Which no one wants to know the origin They believe it helps Strange scene You knew, this is the cliff of knowledge And so the fog disappeared But I saw black
Listen mommy what's that factory? It's been built for the work of daddy Mommy's silicone breast pointed in the distance Son's silicone filled brain lost his chip and he was lost The temple of intellectual abilities is a telemarketed temple Poured by the web of the great collective spirit The truth is absolute And everybody say it everywhere The cliff is always desert...