"..."the scythe no longer makes one think of grain, instead the grain makes one think of money..."..."Buddhas go above the nightstands, a woman sells astral bodies..."..."a Chinese man sells viruses, the monk beside him sells the antidote..." I wouldn’t want to offend anyone with the last two sentences, they don't belong to the song... in two weeks there's going to be a mess around here... to buy dish detergent, two meters of empty shelf and it was one of the last packages, an item like this: not exactly essential, who knows about the rest Magic Shop (2008 Remaster)