Once are warriors
Without a single word
Sliding on the blade
Of a sword called language
Double vision for the blind
One heart instead of two ears
A ring in the nose
For the taste of the smell
Truly cheating like bootleggers
Fulfilling new bottles of innocence
BUCCANEERS
Once are warriors
Without a single word
Sliding on the blade
Of a sword called language
Double vision for the blind
One heart instead of two ears
A ring in the nose
For the taste of the smell
Truly cheating like bootleggers
Fulfilling new bottles of innocence