You decide what you want to be…
a murderer or a politician with utopic speeches,
the choice has always been yours.
I say be a rockstar…
Oscillate the soil with your guitar strumming,
and make people high in psychedelic mundanes.
You will murder the black shadows and Utopia will be served from your poetic declarations.
Keep choosing that…keep breaking out the blue madness from every cookies.
I know many of you would still be the murderer or the executioner of democracy.
Well my friend, the rest of us are those invisible wave of marijuana and music,
That would hit you right at your chin…
and we won’t be making pillows for your charismatic falls.
Don’t mess the fuck up.