viernes, 14 de enero de 2011

UNA CANCIÓN POR DÍA

Jinx






Why all the flags at half mast
Why the murders the rage
Where the retainers of passion
Left from a sensible age
To wipe the wretched history
From this page
What makes the people so bloated
What making cancerous sin
Where are the godmerging shamans
To make new sense out of din
To make beast calming music
Out of this din

Why all the present confusion
Where will the answering curb
Will we be able to hear it
So busy dying to die
How is it believe
Dying to die

Why all the present confusion
Where will the answering curb
Will we be able to hear it
So busy trying to die
How is it believe
Dying to die

Don't disrespect your parents
Rather calm their panic
Curb their distemper
Don't tamper with their rot
No diaper, no rash
Shhh...
Put out the trash
Shhh...
It's a jinx
It's a jinx
It's a jinx
It's a jinx
It's a jinx