Nothing Is Important

So he`s asking every day

Should I go or should I stay

All the time feeling his unstoppable fire

Counting the money for a killer to hire

For himself to delegate the decision

Ending his life with human precision

But he knows that in case of his leaving

The world would sink into the arms of usurpers

Nothing is important

Ask the stray dog

The one eyed with the bag

In the mouth

How many percents

Hey do you have

If it`s less than forty

You have to piss off

Usurpers try to fight us down

So keep your laughter and keep your mind

Cos we know some answers they`ll

Never be able to find

Let`s drink the wine and let us sing

Sometimes bitter but without the bad conscious

Of them who sold there life's for nothing

We are the ones to find the magicians book

In spite of the pain of ist wisdom.

Is entering our hearts like a high tide

In the early fall either or

Complying with our own law only

Expecting the speech of our fools court

That stutters syllables on the tub world

We are the one`s to find the book either or