Master 1992

My friend has no shame
I also know not stand-alone

Yes, I also feel that flame

This prevents us from capitalism we play
had all but realized I had nothing.
This fool's gold, do not buy the joy of having a friend
constructing useless things made of bricks.

This pain being alone on Sunday is not the way.
Ever known path of loneliness.
How does lack a friend
To play on a Sunday

Do not be ashamed of our intimacy
This may be the reason for this distance
Need only understand that respect
It can also be fun

I remember when we were kids
This was our joy in simple things
Only enjoy the flavors of the fruits
Some were bitter, but the shot was fun

My friend has no shame
I also know not stand alone.
yes, I also feel that flame

I also am not a saint.
I would like to be an angel
Angels absorb and control
Its good and bad judgment