Thousands of the exposed seen with a naked word. A deed, a gesture, a man is a creator
His soul is elusive, changeable, faint and wild. Growing in disorder. Disorder!
Where are the walls of sacrum? Where is the freedom of silence?
Our wall is there guarded by the freedom of silence. Without the presence of deeds and gestures
The army of our non-existence naked, full of passion. I can see naked children without deeds and gestures
Heading towards the power in a conspiracy of silence. Thousands of the exposed seen with a naked word
A deed, a gesture a man is a creator. His soul is elusive, changeable, faint and wild. Growing in disorder
Naked, full of passion I can see naked children without deeds. Heading towards, towards the power
In a conspiracy of silence.