Testo Sandstorms Magic Weapon
You know that empires never fade andGroves keep on flowering
And theyâre tightening up the reins
To keep the animals from growling
And the babyâs in the black hearse
Babyâs in the black hearse
A flushing of coughs that are young
So weâll never know
And a jet planeâs never wrong
Though the clouds sure have said so
And an ocean moves along from the stage to the back row
Thereâs crazies in the back row
Crazies in the back row
Clapping that will never stop once itâs begun
A mission to act
Though the actâs not credible, it certainly moves along
Lies get disguised as some new, wonderful, substance soon forgotten
Cliché states: âIf itâs dark in the tunnel, then it needs some lightâ
But thatâs just a lie used by idols who are rivals (theyâd never say hello)
Iâd like to rest in the depths of a tunnel
I wonât need no light
And if thereâs room on the tomb put the following:
Listen everyone
Lost in the sandstorm
Thoguh It wonât stop raging on
Though your eyes cannot take more
So why is there trying?