What am I really…?
The fool you see…?
Delirious, crazy…?
Lost soul, empty…?
Never part of this conspiracy
Death is always watching over me
Blood, stained soul, dark thoughts…
Dispersion…?
Hardly…Follow me deep down
A comedian, a clown
Distant, vaguely waving
Frail shadow of a distant morning
I plead evolution instead of this funny fair they’ve danced to.
What do I know, fatality… death
Am I waiting for the grand finale?
The attended oblivion?
The enemy is waiting,
Rotting, suffering,
Putrid, eternal;
Burning with vitality,
Yet unmoving…
What am I saying …?
You are all so beautiful…
My children