If I told you about the deep east
that doesn\'t bend the knee
to the deep state .
The system thinks itself powerful
by draining women\'s womb .
But only gives birth
to the army of shadows ...
The algorythm doesn\'t
understand the cythar dream...
We love death as much as
you caress pleasure .
Our eyes remaining dry
in the face of suffering .
You shed tears ,
when the little cat
leaves you...
The sun rises in the strenght
of its youth !
Old west , you appeal
to your gods
enrobed in sweet glamour,
taking part in the great mass
of connected screams .
Profession of fear
in a cry of terror...
I meditate in the silence of deserts.
clamors of your arenas
answering me .
Where human animals marked
with the number,clash and crash ...
I keep quiet to hear your pleas
but you water the flowers of my garden
with bombs and imprecations .
You are the empire of distraction .
I\'m the tree of expectation.
Your long lizards and birds in fury
bearing only the fire disconnected
of the essence ...
People dancing on vertigo
of the senses...
The martyr is never alone
coming back to life
in another body .
The executionner tortured by solitude.
his soul thirsty for eternity .
Faith is not a religion
but an inner conviction ...