I've got a date with the Illuminati, a backwards curse with a golden tongue. I kinda feel just like a perfect commie, I kinda feel like I am the one. So seven days to killuminati, the perfect death cursed with blue and guns, Al's cure for life and this manifesto, crucify the fucking young. They say they know a way to the Atlantic ocean, a better breath to hold against all the motions, they say they know a way to the Atlantic ocean, six figures and a false devotion. With style martyrs, a Christian JFK. Can't hold us back. He's got a voice like a saw, breathing outside of the law, all sounds the same when your gone, so leave us with your blood. They say they've built a bridge across the ocean, but mind is somewhere else, I'd rather have bad health, if I could fight just like this locomotions, I'd never lose in hell