They knock, lock, loot, work, nail me swords, stop !
The mouses are working in my brain! pain!, I can't see again.
All the nights we fight he says he's right but wait!
He says all this things late!
All the nights we stand up and go away ,
He seems like he would never be the same.
And even when he sleep the kinds of dreams are killing me !
Fight, plin, plan plun ! Travel mother fucker and stay there at the MOON !