A little spiky ball
The lost souls
Some fuckin' bloody junkies
And them greedy spirit
In this shitty city
Yes we have eat the Satan's fruit
In the hollow hand of God
We search for a good place
Datura, Datura dream
Now we are the village clown
But they can't imagine
That our mind cover this world
Like a ozone layer
A fuckin' mighty ozone, so filth
But they can't imagine that
Datura, Who is this guys 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
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