Paroles: Hour Glass. Vermin World Diet. Scene.

Suck on that bottle filled with milk and not wine. Bound to a genre chameleons blind-mind. This reality sitcom should be a crime. Thus be subject to earn your respect. I woke up in the night fell down in the light, out of your sight the entrance too bright for you. Song, sing keep telling me wheres the solo"? Song, scream same old thing whats with this solo"? I started to sing, you want me to scream, down below theres a ring, now Ive destroyed the scene. I thought you were bold like a lip on a brand, now the future is lost and the life of this band. New in this town been here for a day. Im new in this town and they want me to play. Thus be subject to earn your respect, to feed few a kaleidoscope. Dont try to play the same old thing always. Never try to switch it up or you destroy the scene. Never stray too far from the base of the totem pole. You may get flame on your parade, wont stop the flame, wont stop the rain. Fields fall, rodents crawl, through eons of time they evolve. Be warned, beware these rodents crawl everywhere, be warned, beware these roaches live through every despair