Free wings sprout out from our shoulders
Just as bubbles sparkled
In our ears, our hair, our eyes
Dazzled by the overcoming spring
We raised our heads in deep peace
Looking to the pink shiny circle
We started our journey up slowly
With confidence and faithfulness
Until we reached the black sky
The smoke of burned flesh
The smell of soiled ground
The rotten jealousies
Then was the fall
We went straight to the down low
Sunk by the weight of our private jokes
Just as birds smashed up by fake liberty
Twisting down back into the drain
Of our veins, bloody Acheron
Ripping out the Holly grass
How much shall we know?
How much do we owe?
How far shall we go?
How long shall we bleed?
To get back the free wings
Shall we start all over again?
Is the rebirth another death?
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