This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

For years like their degree

Thoughts of immortality

Out of this coviction of feelings

So here i am at the store for some chips

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Questioning the whole meaning

Feeling, of appealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

In front of our building, they was my heroes