Maybe you can think we are pessimistics

obstinated, that's OK

this is your point of view

we're not truth owners

But we want to know what you have to say

if you agree, our condolences

if you dischord scream loud

prove that we're wrong



we are god's faeces

from the point that lam

The references are so incovenient

I can feel the cry of the children

the sadness of the man

the lamentations of the ancients

everything is so real

it hurts me deep and cut my flesh

the lover's treason

the rent of the bodies



My friend, my love

My ''I'', my ignorance

everything is for sale

For cheap prices

Can't you see the flames burning high

Can't you see the souls that are screaming in agony