Cutting the Rope

The art unfolds its jewels
I spare my eyes to see
The mainstream and its rules
It all seems black to me
I hear the river bed, its symphony
The sound is flowing through my ears
I feel the beauty is escaping from me
I can't avoid to shed a tear

I'm cutting the rope of hope, forever
The wonder has gone for now and never

Remember the heyday of art
When the poets leaded their ship
When the Dawn and the Spleen at night
Were on their way to meet
When a heavy lid of a low sky
Covers a soul moaning of ennui and fright
The hole horizon is rounded by
A black day pouring down, sadder than any night

I'm cutting the rope of hope, forever
The wonder has gone for now and never

I'd like to hack you, if you got the time
Cause the music you play is naive
Let me show you a new sound of mine

Prices, awards you will receive
The world is just a chaos in motion
The art changes every season
There are resquests and applications
You're a jester

Hack me, there's no hope that's left for me – so lonely
Eat me, I've to confess I got to be in here
I got to live in your insanity

The music covers the porcelain sky
There are deamons under our feet

If you don't join us you will die
Hangmen and censors you will meet

The world is just a holeless sewer
Where the vilest seals crawl and twist upon moutains of mire

Hack me, there's no hope that's left for me – so lonely
Eat me, I've to confess I got to be in here
I got to live in your insanity

I'm cutting the rope of hope for ever

...I hear the river bed, its symphony
The sound is flowing through my ears