A little spiky ball The lost souls Some fuckin' bloody junkies And them greedy spirit In this shitty city Yes, we have eaten Satan's fruit In the hollow hand of God We search for a good place Datura, datura dream Datura Now we are the village clown But they can't imagine That our mind covers this world Like a ozone layer A fuckin' mighty ozone, so filth But they can't imagine that Datura, who is this guy in white smock? Datura, don't know if I dream or waking up Datura, why they dress me with a straitjacket? Datura, why da eat the Satan's fruit? We have play in the evil's garden We have seen the datura dream And now we are immortal