May I drop these thoughts to exscind the wanness?
Of a life that couldn't lie no more
How you fade away announcing silence
And a great scorn to solve the enigma
I have lost my thirst to undress her
And my sick ambition to awake her rage
But now I promise
I'll get rid of my mourning for sense
And enjoy and lead the war started on a healthier age
Whether life has sense or just a dirty trick to obsess you
You cannot deny the colors and the sounds
Let's ignore the joy and drive ourselves to glory
Or at least to shred the murmurs of complain...
Chase them, blow them
Kick them all away
Break them, throw them
I can't seem to find the way...