Alba s touto skladbou:
Accusatory Poems,
Darknes of the morning moon
Shadow on the silver spoon
Human god directs on their sun
I will not pretend
If you understand
The all limits have been done¨
They made everything
From the dolls for playing
To Jesus in green color that shines in a dark
So listen now to me
I want only to be
That one who will tell you truth of sun
So you ain´t be to blame
You´re only a doll on their game
Those pretty girls sits on the facebook
Don´t go out and don´t reads books
That talks about their life that is not real
And the boys lost their heads
Comin´ to the army for their dead
To fight in the Irag, it has no sence
The gypsies are stealin´
Rapein´ dogs and listenin´
To the music that suppost thier life style
My boss comes to the work every morning
To be bad and to be screaming
To every one that he´s faired
But it ain´t him to blame
He´s only a doll in their game
Mister president is too drunk
Next morning he won´t be fine
So he´ll give a lift to virus and take holiday
My love she´s still worring
How will we be livin´´
She says that I might stop with music
And go to the work
And evening eat pork
Ps, better kill me, and go home
Yes it do me to blame
I´m not a doll in their game
No, it ain´t me to blame
I´m only a dollin their game
