Lyrics Disorder of Man - SPTNK

Disorder of Man

I lost the trace of truth
The side-effect of youth
The Colosseum of Rome
Is smaller than my room
Anthills and beehives
I see their armed escorts
Surround the plenty horn
I know all of them lies
Please note and tell the others
Anthills and beehives
Their eyes as sharp as knives
Their god don’t cast a spell
I got no fear for hell
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