كلمات Gold

There are collisions in the universe Your teeth pretend not to know Self defence, force and emotion Give me a hint We digest your profit right now, right now You repeat a whisful (sic) thinking in the well We know you will be repaid in kind Words of comfort, justice and a fist You will dig a well to hide your name We won't forgive you for breaking the peace Dead force, rebirth and iron sand A mad scramble for seats in your head Give me a hint Twist the fact to meditate Flash back