Plastic

I have nothing to search for
On this world nothing to search for
An angel carries a joyful message
I'm gonna fuck someone up in frames of Jihad
Nothing to search for
Most is dry
Most hurts
Hurts every day
I've chosen the red stable
It's technology amazes
It's wealth worries
Fuck it's amazing
And in Asia plastic wind blows
Where wide plains
Where with every day
Might grows