Divine Stitches

I've heard the cling-clang of this fucking jet-lag

Shooting like a "bang"

Corrupted like a "gang"

I twist like a tornado

I fighting like Rambo

Holdup I say and don't touch my ego!

Loser, loser, loser, I'm out of control!

Loser, loser, loser, I'm not a "Klingon"

Oh what the heck, look at the "Trek"

Hold on this rhyme and don't try to back

I got my Element!

I am the one to share this magic stage with you

Cos I'm the one to know how's smashing is my crew

Not going under, a danger coming true

The name is Folder, its bash is like a doom

I risk to be forgotten

I try to be other

In this "clinic case" I try to be "chosen"

I'm shining like a rainbow

I hit like a fine punch

All that I'm building soon will be "go pot"

Loser, loser, loser, I'm out of control!

Loser, loser, loser, I'm not a "Klingon"

Oh what the heck, look at the "Trek"

Hold on this rhyme and don't try to back

I got my Element!

I am the one to share this magic stage with you

Cos I'm the one to know how's smashing is my crew

Not going under, a danger coming true

It's name is Folder, its bash is like a doom

Divine stitches here "corruption" with my head

All is (what) I wanna see, but my destiny

Divine stitches here "corruption" with my head

All is (what) I wanna see, but my destiny

I am the one to share this magic stage with you

Cos I'm the one to know how's smashing is my crew

Not going under, a danger coming true

It's name is Folder, its bash is like a doom