Blue asphalt and lilac lines
Yellow bricks and scissors white
I don't want to look aside
There's no trust and there're no rights
It is not delusion
It's not disease
It's not the sunstrike
It's just a fantasy
People stand and stare at sun
Pavement is prepared for tsar
Rainbow has eight colors now
Sniper has an aim to take down
It is not the suicide
It's not anarchy
It's not a crime scene
It is not delusion
It's not disease
It's not the sunstrike
Blow up your fat and break the steal
You should just add the poison in my meal
The virus now breaks established order
And now I have nobody else to kill
It's not romantic
It's not a dream
It's not a revolution
It's not delusion
It's not a dream
It's just a fantasy x4