so he's asking every day

should I go or should I stay

all the time feeling his unstoppable fire

counting the money for a killer to hire

for himself to delegate the decision

ending his life with human precision

the world would sink into the arms of usurpers

nothing is important

ask the stray dog

the oneeyed with the bag

in the mouth

how many percents

hey do you have

if it's less than forty

you have to piss off

usurpers try to fight us down

so keep your laughter and keep your mind

cos we know some answers they'll never be able to find

let's drink the wine and let us sing

sometimes bitter but without the bad concious

of them who sold their lifes for nothing

we are the ones to find the magicians book

inspite of the pain of it's wisdom

is entering our hearts like a hightide

in the early fall either or

complying with our own law only

expecting the speech of your fools court

that stutters syllabels on the taub world

we are the one's to find the book either or