I hear the shotgun through the trees scold me
here is the warning that the devil made the rules
I'm panning anything (an abstract dream)
I know the shotgun always have me in sight

And this garbage is gold appearing near the root
a good excuse to break my shelter in the trees
I'm panning anything (an abstract dream)
but I try to disobey this fucking rules

Into the jungle you have the only lesson learn
you need a heart of stone
to hit your cold blood
They killed my best friend
and threw his body to vultures
I'm used to never grieve
since I'd buried him

I long long time, I survived by a thread
no way, no matter and I've tried to turn the trick
the devil still trying my blood every day
this plague never ever will get into my head
when I remind my kids fades
scary cliffs

That night I prayed to God
and I'd improvised a wooden cross
'm sure I'll never put my feet in this hell again
I'm panning anything (an abstract dream)
I just need what is mine! my dear boss