Tekster:
Virtuoso World War Ii The Evolution Of The Torturer

and alcohol tobacco and mescalin and the rest of them cause after all what did weed do but make your lies see through and bring a peaceful vibe to all of my people Virtuoso

[Chorus] Dreams! things aren't all that they seem Dreams! life's not all about cream Dreams! please say it all was a dream 'cause the fight for real

I'm awake in the white house only a few feet away from the president who's giving answers to reporters while they question his foreign policy his stand on ecology the war

I've noticed those in power have no alterior motive than to kill the inferior with corrosive chemicals the virtuos locust internally tearing ya with

for war [V:] if the whole world respected love over fear then a brother would hear your point without a slug in the ear what kind of holy war has devils

soldiers fight for god got them slaugthering kids now they sick taking naked flicks at Abu Ghraib this is, a step back, not evolution for the torturer

paper while they spit vapor..... [Hook] famous facists aiming plane crashes insane clashes, the war of the masses caskets, cremated to ashes in this disastrous, world war