Text: Cadaveres De Tortugas. Fuck the Beaten Track.

You smoke the grass and drink a wine
What a feeling but not the way out
Enjoy the life till a limit
Sickness? - Make a think about it!

You don't like the beaten track
But you can be a nervous wreck
'cos you don't know what you want
No, You dont't know what you want

What do you do?
What do you want?


Your life is your private matter
Give a shit what say the others
What will the future bring and why?
In time you will make a decide