This ship
is taking me nowhere.
There is no ship.
This land is weak,
it's empty.
These people is useless, this is nonsense.
There is no land, no soil, no workers at all.
No readers.
This is hope, this is made out of fruits,
of sand, oil and fire.
No body will hear this,
no body will see this kitsch coming out my head.
So popular, so lovely, so free,
it's for you.
I know, I know,
You Know your name and all the numbers
in the sky.
Teach me then,
Where are the other 6 doors?
Did I ever crossed the first one?
Hands of fire and seeds of wax,
clouds of wood and rain and rocks,
clouds of wood and rain and rocks,
clouds of wood, of wood,
there is no war at all,
there is no war,
pay the taxes and you'll be alright.
There is no water.
Here is the steel,
take it away from me,
from people,
from land,
we deserve it,
we own it,
we are the steel, no one can brake me.
Heavy lights of broken mirrors absorted all over the city walls,
and empty bottles shouted last night at my dreams,
you were all alone with my thoughts,
and I am not here,
as Your are not there,
we are not here at all,
you are not these words,
you are not reading,
you are not here.
We are not together,
we've never been so far away from warm,
not anymore Johnny.
They killed the Walrus.
I burried him and you were there there there.
All together, ok thenthenthen.
Is it right? All together?
Yes, it is right. Poe's just right.
Did you learn how to do the glass forms?
I've made them for you but I can't remember how I did them.
Lonely Howling of all broken hearts.
Lonely Howling, Lonely Howling.
No more broken hearts,
No more hearts, no more hearts.
It's flying, follow the light, follow the wind,
follow your mind.
Get those rocks, get them now.
I can see, I can feel, I can think,
all these words, non one reached you.
I am a rich man,
I've got seven words and a hand full of rocks.
