Absconding the present
Suspended between
A cerebral future and a skeletal past
You'll wake up one day
Realizing it's still yesterday
We will give a dawn to your endless night
Men is what we are
Neither gods nor animals
Many are what they want
Becoming one and sometimes both
Mean appearance
For those who look into your soul
May you be a man?
Simply human, nothing more
They wish to forget
Trying to disguise it
They are ashamed, why?
Just betwixt and between
Hypocrites! Angels made up of sh** is what you are
Fools...used to the need of feeling
Free to be not well
Bigots...holders of a never fixed truth
Cowards...navigators of muddy minds
Fearing the flatness of the Earth
You are slaves without master
The guilty one suspects all
Self-betrayers of yourselves
Virgin mothers of fatherless daughters