I lose my hope, This cup of poison I’ve drank I change my faith I see the madness around. Human instincts. Urban landscapes. Music into the void.
Weakness and fear… Solitude… Pain and despair… Lassitude… Beware of the trap! They try to catch you. They try to break you. Indifference… Ignorance… Police of the mind. And I’m trying to leave. And I’m trying to run from this game. I always run, run from the prison. No chance to be saved. It’s useless. Poetry’s dead. Music is dead. I play to the void.
It may be a whisper. It may be a scream. It doesn’t matter what I will sing. Every note sounds like the call of divine Strings of silence… Beautiful voice if death. I can hear it.