Verse:Why do we
            Have to sing our songs as if
            They would make any sense
            Love and hate
            Life, fate and sacrifice…
            Is that what you need??
            It’s time for us
            To look inside and
            Stand up for songwriters’ innocence!
            Proudly standing in the glory
           Of the very last soldiers of the Truth!

Chorus: Magicians are lying, but musicians as well,
               God knows the steroids Malmsteen takes to play as fast as hell,
               The secret in our minds ain’t free, but we’re willing to sell
               For your tongue cut, closed in an envelope, as a proof  for you can’t tell

Verse: Letters are so beautiful,
             Especially letter ’L’,
             Think of lollipop, lolita porn
             And Alexander Bell!
             You place your tongue in the middle-position
             And gently form a shell
             To get involved in our revolution
             As an undercover cell

 Bridge: Sophisticated
             I feel so sophisticated
             My words get mystificated,
             ’Cause they’re so sophisticated