The sounds, you make, my favorite…
My ears, peel off, to savor it…
Echoes, echoes, out on your drums,
Bashing in hearts, lining torsos with guns
The suits, in banging, flashy tooths
We’ll creep, those crypt,
Back away, with their truths
Back away to their coops,
Back away, wayward sleuths!
…And they do not believe in us
Our design of foreign nature
Our class, of waste and paper
We are useless in this cause?
Well, you,
Dead by impact –
And in that, no applause
Lay no attention, to the fact,
That your ribs are numb in bed
While your manners, all remembered
While your growl, all pretend.
No more pretensions, you are lost,
Leaving only other’s voice,
So please leave us to our magic,
We’re all free, inside a choice.
