Texty:
Curandero

вдруг уплыли. Мы старше стали, но ничего не забыли. То, что прожили, стало воспоминанием. Жили для себя, без всякого сознания. Теперь наше призвание - это медицина. CuranderO

снег, скоро метели. Я при своем деле – учеба и работа. Жаль, что седня вторник, а не суббота, Ведь отдохнуть охота и всё такое, Но я, CuranderO, не ухожу

If your body's feelin' bad And it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain And go out walkin' in the rain You watch the flowers go to bed

If your body's feeling bad And it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain Go out walking in the rain You watch the flowers go to bed Ask

I prey upon your morbid fear of terminal disease You won't know the difference, now it's time for surgery Another shot, another pill two weeks therapy

It's strange to hear you talk about faith When you were too blind to recognize That the faith you sought Was a passing phase Merely in disguise You've

to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb? We eagerly await your response and your best defense. La curandera

Has no one cared to explain that you don't have answers You flick your sycophant tongue Words swindle in the air, you talk just to know you're there And

As the new millenium closes in Take a look what's going on Carriers of the plague on earth's every corner The disease is spreading again I remember the