illusion of things with no deeper meanings
There's a corner switched with other corners of dusty street
There's a dreams castrate by own inquisition rotten needs
Here's a home based on hate and love
There's a masters pick up by their own slaves
Here's a truth and million lies pretending be like her
There's a boy with fresh mind
Slowly filled like a sponge whole poison from surrounded human environment
Here's a grenade flag of black death
There's no gods
Killing Time Execution Show
There's a illumination Act
Holy Touch
There's no time for guess
Illusion of things with no deeper meanings
That's the way how man lose all
Not only literally
