expectations of the world
i dont believe in no future
i fear no death
instead myself
i dont care about humanity
its like a mental disease
that you cannot control
like to hear voices blow
a simple voice can turn upisde down the world
im your medicine man
men like me few
i like to provoque people
stimulate their senses
and see what happens
im already on the highway called freedom
just strangers cant see my soul
what is visible to the heart
is invisible to the eye.



