we are building walls,
kissing gods,
fighting wars and crying for help
the birds smell our chopped bodies
we’ve fallen asleep on the cross
preparing to resurrect when the ego is all burnt up
come, you can watch closer
the theater apocalypse now is open for business
we are offering front road seats
the virtuoso have priority
they do not eat popcorn or throw seeds on the ground
saints can’t risk messing up their white robes
in satin the illusions are buried tight
our last cries have no meaning
we know, we know
the other life is always cheaper

you don’t have to cry
let me teach you how to live again
I have destroyed the world so I can give birth to it one more time
Tiamat says we should do better now
so come on, follow me
we will go back inside the earth

smile, passenger!

take care, the doors are closing

no fear
destination darkness