Γιατι κανεις δεν με νοιωθει
Under the name of the progress
Just searching for the next trend dress
Your senseless shits, soon in the dust
But forever will last your greed & lust
An ulcer in your dream grows so big
Now You Reek of a Fashion Pig
Under the name of the progress
Just searching for the next trend dress
Your senseless shits, soon in the dust
But forever will last your greed & lust
An ulcer in your dream grows so big
Now You Reek of a Fashion Pig
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die



















