Datura Dream

Datura Dream Lyrics

A little spiky ball
The lost souls
Some f**kin' bloody junkies
And them greedy spirit

In this sh*tty city
Yes we have eat the Satan's fruit
In the hollow hand of God
We search for a good place

Datura, Datura dream
Datura

Now we are the village clown
But they can't imagine
That our mind cover this world
Like a ozone layer
A f**kin' 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