Já sei que esta merda não interessa a ninguém mas de qualquer maneira cá vai: um saco de lâminas afiadas no bolso das costas.


Triumvirat - "A Bavarian in New York"

I was in bed when someone kicked my head
Don't know why
He held a gun in his hand
And spun it, like a spy
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die

He said \"Boy, I think you better
Get out of that bed\"
He left no doubt
\"I ain't messin' around\" so he said
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die

Yeah I jumped out of bed
And made him get down on his knees
No, he wasn't prepared
Because he only had one eye left to see
And I had the gun by now
I pointed at his eye
He didn't know what to do
But somewhere in his mind...

This story's inclined to tell you
Guns are no good when you're blind



triumvirat - the march to the eternal city