Seven

Last plane missed the goal

Seven escaped without it all.

Sad man company

WTC mystery

Grey smoke hit the ground

Seven came down without a sound

Rich man company

WTC mystery

Black hands, happy crowd

Seven years white without a doubt

Youtube company

WTC mystery

I know you see....

The stars are shining just for money

When people reach their hands for you

And now your TV tells a story

It feels like dead men hate you too

Another seven rising too

Last plane missed the goal

Seven escaped without it all.

Sad man company

WTC mystery

Grey smoke hit the ground

Seven came down without a sound

Rich man company

WTC mystery

I know you see...

The stars are shining just for money

When people reach their hands for you

And now your TV tells a story

It feels like dead men hate you too

The stars are shining just for money

When people reach their hands for you

And now your TV tells a story

It feels like dead men hate you too

We are the next seven

We are the next seven

We are the next seven