i woke up in the flesh of my hero
kneeling in front of the symbols of life
we have a death breeding culture,
a culture built on death
inside eyes of white sleeping beauties
trapped in boxes filled with broken glass
lost in the path of my own opportunities
caught by children nibbleing their cheekbones
there's a patrol near every rabbit-hole
there's an ambulance near every single fence of this world
for i could never smash my head at it
i could never break world's neck through it
they lead us to our slaughter
like horses to water
they can't force us to drink
but we do
every angel of our past crushed his wings
against the highest tower of this kingdom
left white falling feather,
decomposing our thought
deconstructing our thought
as we are left all alone
in the sands of time
among the desert with no home
i hopped on a moving train
but they have banned the edge of the universe
so i left watching the landscapes
of our red flaming shelters
we still have a death breeding culture
and a culture built on death
BUT I DO FIGHT DESPAIR
the day we'll have our hands free of chains
we'll collect every stone from the castles they burnt
we will throw them at the world's neck
and finally dissipate the clouds
from my rotting body
flowers shall grow
myself in them.
that is eternity