Follow me, follow my word. Burning tree, buried down sword. Noone to feed up, noone to fight with, I'm biting elbows to sharpen my teeth. Crazy dances to the my blood's beat, Fate out the fence is pressing down repeat.
Chorus: That's how I live for hundred years of solitude. Can I forgive ten million slaves in my neighbourhood? That's how I live for hundred years of solitude. Can I forgive ten million slaves in my neighbourhood?
Heavy rains make the only sound, Four grey walls are the only friends around. I'm chained with shackles, dreaming about light. The fire of candles talks to me in the night. Crazy dances to the my blood's beat, Fate out the fence is pressing down repeat.
Chorus: That's how I live for hundred years of solitude. Can I forgive ten million slaves in my neighbourhood? That's how I live for hundred years of solitude. Can I forgive ten million slaves in my neighbourhood?
All the slaves are thoughts, leaking out as lines and dots, Made of drumming rains, lightnings, clouds and thundershots. Tree is my soul, sword is my memory. I told the river: "Carry on, carry on, and carry me!" ah
Time's spinning around, burning memories to the ground, Setting up the mount, hound by hound and mound by mound. Today you're alive, tomorrow you're dead, Day after - alive. Ouroboros is fed.