CUT OFF!

ah, the poet jumps out of the window Like a falling bomb over my shoes There're 10,000 voices would be cutted off The newspaper reported it in the subway home In the subway It's a holiday It comes always so late The unknown mission makes the eyes ins

Laugh from the time You're smiling like a child, dancing on the radio But with shadows in you eyes, baby, Oh, it's OK. You'll be old, anyway. You try to stop the time but it never works, It's hard to choose the right way, Oh, it's OK. You'll be dead,

If the monkey becomes (to be) the king The system would be stopped in this movement, Young soldiers are walking in line, without their own minds. They were hiding in the shadows and waiting for the order, They are shooting the birds for food, who sin

TV Show (hang the police) Hang the police under his shotgun, Hang the police before we are all murdered. The radio plays the bad news in this morning, I feel that the blue hands are touching my lips. I' m thinking of my future, it seems so difficult

A death-bed song Blue bus is fading by the way, in the distance By the way Young giant from west is by the way, He is so tired, by the way "oh, he's sinking fast" "he's thinking to be free" And he's sinking into the homesick by the way