Well,it's just like what I see
It's all the things I've meant to be
Three sparks of light, three smiles of gloom
These signs of magic, I assume
Were sent from skies to fill the void
That reign supreme in our souls
To lit the darkness, cure schizoid
Which hides in brains, in deepest holes
Of everybody's sacred goals
Which tries to break the chains of reason
And rule. And kill. And fight till death.
He'll find the way to make a treason,
You like his voise, so take a breath
Of all this madnesses inside you
Of all the freedom they contain
Forget the fear, your meeting venue,
Refresh your soul, become insane.
It's not the end, it's the beginning
A new morality and view
You can't be wrong, god can't stop sinning
And brown is the same as blue...
..
Was this a dream?
I'm stoned again.
My mouth can't scream..
My mind's insane