Scoundrel (a letter to a dead poet)

We came, none can hold our souls
We're dreaming fast
We stand, someone slid our eyes
We lift the dust
We feel, no one tells a lie
We are the cast
We cry, we are feeling void
We dive inmost
We came, none can hold our souls
We're dreaming fast
We stand, someone slid our eyes
We lift the dust
We feel, no one tells a lie
We are the cast
We cry, we are feeling void
We dive inmost
We came, none can hold our souls
We're dreaming fast
We stand, someone slid our eyes
We lift the dust
We feel, no one tells a lie
We are the cast
We cry, we are feeling void
We dive inmost

The angels rising, the pigs are bribing the Czar
Still dream becoming humans
Saluting lies and stains of tar
Resting upon the winter's dead heart
Resting upon the winter's laughter
The winter's laughter

Bestow your trust to kin of Zen and darkness will prevail
The martyrs watch their bodies' burn, the secrets now unveil
Deprive their souls from madness' rage, a useful way to raise
A twisted boy without a place, a mindless girl with crave

And the end is always near
Lighting down your way
Lighting down your day
Your madness stays and pray
For words of rust
For words of rust and drunken stars and
The system is down
When system breaks down

Light, Light, Light, Light
Light, Light, Light, Light



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