Faces up and enter Mind your head Away from the rain, and fast Overhead, on the molded ceiling, if visible through the smoke, the fresco What they have depicted here is a kingdom where fools swarm like earthworms Lions and wolves cuddle together with lambs and deer Nice, but the beasts look like idiots with their fangs that way
Which minds me of the tingling in my lungs How the hell do they deal with it, the healthy and well Thought it must be a bitch for those still in the traffic, albeit the fuckers are so unaware if it now The air is being washed clean by the air, but just look at them go As if the rain couldn't catch them To them I dedicate my song
OOOOOO Watch your feet And mind your step On this damaged ground Brush the rain rhythmic sweeps Take on the breeze with your eyes closed And an angle for the wind!
Look again, at the network of moments, if visible through the smoke The winds are fast, the rain too heavy And here we are Just confused, and out of place, as the beasts up overhead