Tekster:
Maroon Captive In The Room Of The Conspirator

They climb around, do a somersault. Jump over the bed, twenty fold on the table. Now against the wall, bob up and down. Make knee bends, drop into the

You can't turn me into one of your lies. You can't make me your slave. Blind acceptance in this material world. For money reasons you would burn your

The solution of this global catastrophe. Lies in the vegan philosophy. Not until all animals are roaming free. A peaceful existence can be achieved.