What is hidden behind these
bluechilled eyes
Instructured flesh
A tounge
I keep calling
And I will, forever
Hello...hello
Do you hear me
My self-reproach
bruised ego, ripped
Nothing will save me now
No one will save me now
And do you know why
You want to see the little man die...
You can´t tell me anything
And you all look like fools when you try
and I gave you a burst of laughter
not in pittyness
not in happieness
I crushed your crutch
Screamer, it´s time to scrap yourself
or otherwise the sermon will tell
that you are nothing else but my serf
I walked through
country to country
and saw a darken, frightening
creature lost in a burned map
I kissed the symbol
and kneeled
An earthquake torn
and burned and burned
It´s time to reform the ashes
into a stronger health of power
No fire will never ever burn again
…and into flesh shall I return