Freedom of speech
Where he can say whatever
Bullshit his mind can reach
I'm laughing at him
Patronising me
As he grows alone
his rotten fantasy
Compelled by flawless ignorance
Justified by a gene
Livin' all under the perfect
Intellectual sin
Blossom of dirty plays
As a tourist in life
Saved by a vicious world
well carved as a knife
With a mermaid in his hole
Preaching shit for good
As no reason as ever touch it
As long as there's some food
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Vasco Pompaelo*
