Working On Wood

Raised Fist

You came crashing into my life.


You pretend to work on a holy stripe only for whites and your


disciples. A bunch of fools breaking all the rules.


You are filled with hate and It must come out.


Your mouth is closed you don´t scream and shout.


Communication is not in sight. You want to settle this with a nice fight.


I´m working on wood is that understood.


Trying to find anything in his childhood. I´m wasting my time


I´ll never get inside this fuckin´ thick skull.


To fight is your way of speaking. Well let me send you my greetings.


Congratulations to the biggest fool. Dropping of school. Think you´re so cool.


And maybe you´ll reach the stars. Freedom of speech has helped you to go far.


But i guess that fame will end up dead. And you´ll feel so lonely with your shaved head.


You hate everything you need. Compassion, love, even the air you breed.


If there was a god I´ll pray for you. You hate me, Thats ok, cause I hate you to.