Some say that's life.
I call it - worst misery.
Some say that's the truth.
I say a fuckin' lie.
Like ruins we stand
burnt to ashes
Desiring air
but breathing sulphur
Life - I spit on it.
Life - a fuckin' corruption.
Demented mentors showing us how to live
and we stand like monuments
learning ...what ?
Obeying the laws of a diseased logics
trusting the untrusted
still standing
and still martyrs
No exit from this existence.
We are stones both dead and alive
bricks from a wall ruined thousand years ago
monuments of a dead past
Martyrs in our own freedom
drowned in nothingness for so many years
extracting what's left from our pale bodies
dwelling in unpersonal darkness