You have to remember that
donPorno in this part,
PORNOSOPHY, it's an 30
years old
dictator---
Deaf Daisies is after his
first speach, FISTS
UP---
How should I have to speak
to them
Wich word I’ve got to
choose
To make them
understand
What I want to
say…
Should I have to explain
my self?
Do I have to wait for
them?
Am I wasting my time?
Deaf daisies wouldn’t
ever understand!
They are just waiting out
there
For me to tell them what
to do
An army of slaves and
nasty pigs
Without feelings, thoughts
or anything.
Should I have to explain
my self?
Do I have to wait for
them?
Am I wasting my time?
Deaf daisies wouldn’t
ever understand!
Do they deserve the
becoming world?
Do they deserve what I’m
bringing on?
Do they deserve a peaceful
time?
Do they deserve to live
their lives?
I’m here down, alone and
stuck
And I don’t know how I
get so far
My whims, my wills,
everything count
When everything is clear
in my mind…
The Prosecutor
Do I deserve this
wonderful job?!
To prove his crimes?
To unmask this lamb?
Do you believe those
innocents eyes?
Do you care about this old
man?
Do you feel deep inside of
you
He doesn’t deserve this
trial, this chains, this
sword over him?
What do you think he’s
going to be if he has a
chance?
A wolf or a lamb if he
were thirty back again?
You think wrong
He’s going to be just
like the same
A big fat dirty pig
A liar, a killer, a rapist
and a thief.
Now, remember the blood in
his teeth
Now, remember the gun in
his hands
Now, remember the angry in
his speech
Remember you are daisies
prepared to be eaten.
We all know he were our
lights and our soul
The one who created the
world as we know
But somewhere
He loose the way
And now he’s just a
man
Weaker, filthier, dying
and wasted…
I sit infront the
TVWhere nothing is
realI've get my self
a beerto get numb my
feelingsI'm lying
downit's seems like
I'm deadwould you
please remember me my
name?I've turn
myself into a
beastI've found me
once again just like a
PigI've get my self
so numbjust to don't
feelI've get myself
so numbjust to get
sleepI'm watching at
this screem once
againand I don't
understand why I am doing
it againYou build
your kingdome in
ourgrave filds of
dreamsyou drunk our
mindswith your
poisoned speachIt's
turning me into a
Pigyou are turning
me into a Pig.-It's
seems like hell to
methis worlds like
hell to me.
