R.A.P., Rolands Ūdris, R.A.P.
It`s the law of the wild cosmos That the sun shines and leaves are green And the Universe decides When we`re laughing and when we`re angry What we call subconscious Makes us marry whores And in the name of the upper mind We are making wars Open the doors I`m on my way Outside this world open up the doors This must be Great God`s will If we hate or love and kill And it has to be known When we`re staying all alone And the year, the date, the day we die Is already set But which one is right way out We don`t know it yet