Изольда

Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub.
Eating seeds is the past time activity...the toxcicity of our city, of our city.
New, what, do you own the world?How do you own disorder, disorder?
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence;sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep:disorder, disorder, disorder.
More wood for the fires, loud neighbors,flashlight revries caught in the headlights of a [bad word] 
Eating seeds is the past time activity.
The toxicity of your city, or your city.
You, what, do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder?
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence:sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep,disorder, disorder, disorder.
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence:sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep,disorder, disorder, disorder.
When I became the sun, I shone light into the man's heart!
When I became the sun,I shone light into the man's HEART!(End of song)