Masculine power, upright tower

your moans of humiliation are no roadblock

on the path of the brave

the soldiers and the knowledge seekers

you don't spit on my tombstone

I see the mirror image of ice translucent memory

love is on my side

I have seen all that there is to see, on the sinside

when the thunder comes raging

and bolts of electric shoot through spring air

you have the air in the ere

grooving night scene

mass multitude machine

you are the barrier beyond the fold

fake Gucci handbags and laced down bottom ups

sounds like a load of quarks