bUYnOTHINGdAY
There is no Santa's,no tales,just a lies There is no need in a presents The love can be showed in the other way Neither paperpacked shit under X'mas tree
It's just a stuff they make us buy
Nor life,nor health,nor friendship can be bought Sometimes we miss it And soil,and trees,and waterfalls belong to Earth,for all,what lives,exists and is. Nor for fucking papersheets owners.
And if you need to have a toy,c'mon,go D.I.Y.! 'cause Doing,not Having brings a joy
Don't let them make you buy.
Just think : is real the flower on TV?or coca-cola's promised freedom?or maybe Intel programmed by Microsoft.com can change your brain[s] and wisdom?
There is no idols between us There is no God in the sky And even no evil in Hell 'cause
It's just more stuff They make us buy.