Soñ:
There's a lot of cracks inside this man.
Some cracks in his bags, cracks in his raps.
There is even a crack in his heart.
They called him Mad but He's Irán.
...
He's hands are dry carpet red mind
should we care to spell this right?
Chew a bullet I am a new bang
dj perseus has lost his tracks.
...
They're a track in his land, a track in his cash.
Human Oil, kneeling lunar mass
micro is his faravahar...
blast.
But He's lost, He forgot.
He forgets what He forgot.
But memories hits he's Green spot.
In his Realitee, his a Doctor.
Sweet, sweet, sweet candy.
Can you see your second family?
Tear, tearing. Are you raining?
Shall Rainfall drown your making
A big book a big hook
your really dying to be shot
to be lock to be block
oh! Doctor your always blue.
There's a lot of cracks inside this man.
Some cracks in his bags, cracks in his raps.
There is even a crack in his heart.
They called him Mad but He's Irán.
