Bound with the chains of mind,
I only dream that I can realize
The worth in the stains of life
Where God does live in a disguise
They think they keep kontrol
While the contaminated souls
Struggle in their aimless sanity
Until they keep this slavery
Waiting for the saviour’s hands
The breathing machines wait in hate
Believing in a rotting shape
Patient host, without demands
Wasted tears and growing fears
Are the borders of thoughts
And this kind of existence retreats
From the eyes of power and revolts
All the slaves of curiocity
Try to find the answer to ease
This pain, to find the worth
In a place where nothing hurts |
