Disorder of Man - SPTNK

I lost the trace of truth

The side-effect of youth

The Colosseum of Rome

Is smaller than my room

Anthills and beehives

I see their armed escorts

Surround the plenty horn

I know all of them lies

Please note and tell the others

Anthills and beehives

Their eyes as sharp as knives

Their god don’t cast a spell

I got no fear for hell

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