swimming in my head behind the sweet sham's back
wisdom comes in silence
but people are chatting in a loud conversation
a cigarette and champagne bond with the devil
for to sin is fun
now wisdom is just a demon
all these mischiefs army
glowing skin and sugar lips
pouring syrups
to take and leave
memories of a barrel of laugh
which you'll chew until you find out
before you spit it out
I have no faith
not in that genuiness gospel
that you chant so well
cos it's nothing but a spell
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