3 acessos
Keyhole pt. 2
"We're the children of tomorrow/
we're the children of the borrow/
and all the kids dying in this land of hope/
and the Ritalin keeping to dope"
sleeping in the soil/
I've to accept the foil/
to bury my lungs with kerosene/
burn the machine, turn it insane/
am the future bugaboo/
am not a program, too/
this city is a machine without a keyhole/
this street's even stole/
the justice is a sect/
the remote control is a rect/
clown sending a subliminal message/
policial nightmare in this confused ages.
Oliver kayo sete