A song

Do as you wish make as you can, nothing you Will is out of demand
Step trough the sun and load up your guns the day to arise yesterday come
Down on your hills throwing the night Stop to the guillotine stop to the fight
Do as you wish wish what you will nothing more selfish then lying the deal


Play all the music don’t let me go, you are an hypocrite and you are the show
See how they play your time is all done, don’t be the monkey playing their tongs
All that odd mystery it’s under control you don’t need to worry you don’t need to know
Listen right carefully because we are one, one to destroy and one to become

(that should be rythmal words to be sung in the midlle of a developed song)