A signal..fall from the depth of a sky
A illusion of hope
I've no wonder...why
Is wearing nice...and close to us
A shinein' dress...with clues and facts
And funny shows..'re smile to us
Are filled with players...the stage is theyrs
The players become actors
Is good for bisness...the sport become a shitness
But,what's happen there?
Is just another...wear?
Broken' glasses...
Madness,robbers,killers....in the street....
They think...are warriors?
So much history....is forgotten...or not
Tellers,screamers,orators...are baggin for a vote
A newone 's comin..a oldone's leavin'
And again,the same hopes
Is just another cliff
If is the right or the left...is the same ,belive
Oilspill...
Dancers,reporters,actors...pornostars become a fashion...
Is not so far
Over and over,the same shit forever
The Volcano cover the eyes..
Like ever
My skin's peeling,from such a feeling.............
I press a button,the remote is exactly and suddenly
The silence cover the night
I'm feeling likely
I've to read...i might to write
To enjoy the sights....i'll embrace the flights....