EvilEvil wears a suit on the screenWith a hotlineYou call to buy your blessingIn the holy nameCame a prophetPutting his hands in the pocketsOf all the thoughtless and naiveI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to sayI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing, nothing to loseI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to sayI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing, nothing newI’ve got nothing to say to youAt my throat i fork in twoI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing to say to youI’ve got nothing too (you)I watched my rotating feetHover above brownish red streetsThe love I carried made meSo uniqueThere’s something moving in my chestIt was dirty onceBut at its bestThe love that kept us youngOh, it’s old under our sun.by piterdouça: myspace.com/venoreband