"Police found a body of dead girl, disassembled, dismantled,
like a child about to do his play and get it done one. The
cold body was found on the lonely highway, quite near to
graveyard, the killer had all the concern to think about all
the parts of the body to be moved to grave. Her left breast
was cut into half and the thighs were cut half-way to hang
it loose. Her face was done grotesque outta beating and a
purse was found nearby, pink and hard, she was alleged to be
a groupie. The music lover, or the musician lover. The
lover!?!"

please don't choose to be with me
 let me not loose my guitar hung
i've a job to be done, hard on knee
 i'm a merchant of rock n roll funk

please don't get my downer, down to my throat
 let me not choose my life in whiskey
coz the key
 of wisdom lies in the air, float
of my ambition, of what i want to be

i don't sell dreams, i kill them
 my worship of reality, my place of being
the music and voices, the way i clamp
 you the groupie, the hooker
the fuck i'm seeing

you were donw coz you chose it
 you got yourself seen half
coz my lyrics commanded
 the dawn of end you should
see