Datura Dream - Tamtrum

A little spiky ball

The lost souls

Some fuckin' bloody junkies

And them greedy spirit

In this shitty city

Yes, we have eaten Satan’s fruit

In the hollow hand of God

We search for a good place

Datura, datura dream

Datura

Now we are the village clown

But they can’t imagine

That our mind covers this world

Like a ozone layer

A fuckin' mighty ozone, so filth

But they can’t imagine that

Datura, who is this guy in white smock?

Datura, don’t know if I dream or waking up

Datura, why they dress me with a straitjacket?

Datura, why da eat the Satan’s fruit?

We have play in the evil’s garden

We have seen the datura dream

And now we are immortal