A jungle of trouble
Where people live once,
Wish they die and rise
In another Place and time
Love to live once, die and live twice.


The bad jungle that harbors good men
A good man will eventually gets tired of here
He'll search for a land christened good
Where good stones are longing
To be pillars for the head of good men.
Good man gets carried away
Snuffs live out of himself
And stopped being good cos he killed a soul.
Once a killer, always a killer
And the land named good forbids bad people.



So if today is bad
Do not be touched.
When today goes, you die
Tomorrow comes you live again
The creator is not nut
He wants to see what you'd do
With what you've always complained about
More lives.