How the Idols Die

Life's theatre, tears and faces Dreams have burnt with silent stories Hit in back with shot or lances Idols die without their sorries Smoke of drugs syringe injection Stars are putting out in spirit Take guitare and drums, make action! Bear illusion just like titbit. They are known and they are famous Gods of word and restless sinners They will die in wealthy palace They can't breathe, but they are winners. Turn around and walk in glory Choose the fame in eyes of sponger There's black card I'm really sorry Be the idol, sting them stronger. Life's theatre, life is title Our reason is defeated Turn to me your back, my idol, I will hit, because you need it.