In the scorching scarlet heavens,
In the crimson, bloody skies
You can sing a ballade, ravens,
Spitting out tons of lies.
I pretend, that I still trust you,
That you are the timeless winds,
I can live not running faster,
I can crawl without wings.
I’m a redneck eating sandwich.
In my dreams the pleasure drives.
I should mind my stupid language
Where the world of freedom thrives.
I’m obedient and honest,
I respect your weighty rules,
I adore The Game of Thrones,
I’m your gang of tiny tools.
Where the words are short and pointless,
Where the eyes are weak and blind,
Where the clank still hides the voices,
I don’t care, I don’t mind.