Electric land of the metallic sparrows
Wings get stuck in the barbwires of emotions
Millions of thoughts cross breed
Cocktail of feelings, head splits open
Volcanoes erupt, hate spurs out
Melts the youth, taking away from the truth
Nose stitched, mouth stitched, extreme pressure
Frail body on the bed of needles, makes holes to breathe
Peels off the filthy skin, chains of misdeeds around the neck
A moment of redemption and then hangs himself
The little boy howls hiding behind the sofa
Does not want to grow up
Oh little boy, time will show you the middle finger
Bones will dissolve in your infected blood, don’t copy the man
Don’t open the window, he is outside
Waiting to sing you a lullaby on the bed of needles
The lanes in his hand decided his destination
The lanes in your hand decide your destination
Oh fuck, I see his face in you
Did you shake hands with him?
He is behind your face, feeding on your soul
Stop him, he will stitch your mouth and nose
Lock him in a corner, suffocate him to death
Remember he will strike, when it will be dark
Never turn off the moral lights
He will feed on your soul…
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