The year 1888,
You really don’t think like i do think;
The year 1888,
You really don’t hear like i do hear;
For history do repeat itself all the time!
And i am like your past in this game of love,
But you’ve hidden your sweet love far from me.
Your present is like my muse and,
I will surely get to you one day with my love;
Because the future is all about us!
For the energy drink left you so soon;And you are now quenching your thirst with another lover.
Boom, zoom, loom, room, doom;With one love, one heart and one peace!But i don’t want the Devil’s philosophy around me.Duty remarks,Moon, noon, spoon, coon, boon, goon, loon;Out of your heart to the world around you! !But you don’t need the Devil’s philosophy around you.
Deliverance;But shaking it made me loose control,And there are always new changes in our respective lives on this earth.This was like a message to Uncle Tom and his friends,But let the sea roar within!For all the gods of the people are things fit for nothing! !But i am here today to save you with my…
Welcome to the jungle of love,Ex-Boyfriends and Ex-Girlfriends!For you are welcome to learn and improve on your past;And like the Maya Calendar in the land of your muse.
And like the muse of your sweet love,But blessed are those who understand the sounding of the trumpet.
For your cultures are now seen around us,And like the Red Devils in the land of your muse.Blues, use, bus, be, sub, sue, us;Of the fake doctors and the fake lovers!And like the bones scattered at the mouths of the graves,But among the rocks i will sit and watch your steps.
