Ode to the wind that blows
You have a medicine for the show
For a better demon that hears before to spend money for the drug
You have a minute for the beat of God
A trip for death
You send black money for the virgins clothes
While some babies dance on the floor
You have a daughter for my mind that blows
I have a medicine for you
You take a trip for the beat of God
A trip for death
The road toward the sun is like gold
You have some glass for the storm
Because my trip will be good enough
And i have some pills for my brain
It's better only for my beat of God
Whore is death
Ode to the wind that blows
My trip is like it was a little bird's
I send my epitaph for Ti Jean's soul
For magic hours and much more
You have a minute for the trip of God
Beat for death
