Too many odd things
Too many bad habits
You wanna keep on this show?
Me,I don’t.
It’s not what I miss
I’m fed up with all this
I fade from the glow.
Will you bear it?I won’t.
Streets are like veins
We are like leucocytes
Making blood white
Causing leucaemia,
Gothic done for effect,
Glamour taking off eyesight
Rhythm tearing up brains-
World is like testing area…
Philosophers call mankind
“destiny’s child”
So flattering words
Deserve no distortion
But souls are sold
The same is with freedom
We are becoming not child but abortion
I have a belief
In cyclic recurrence
They say that we come
Through routine convolution
I think when we stop
Striving for power…
Forget. I create just another delusion