in the cemetery of desolate beings, I watch calmly the sun setting down
hiding behind the crypt in which the vampire sucks blood out
of the neck of it's screaming victim, that swallows it's own sweet
now regretting the sand, that yesterday seemed to choke
in a see of torment, with the butcher sun
shinning fearfully into an afternoon of white despair, with red infusions
the dawn of a new world, rapped up in smoke
the doom of a long lost illusion, rapped up in it's own destruction
behind the curtain, the fat lady dies chopped up into little pieces
the killer unknown, inside our every cell, metaphysics reiterated into our genes
crying with every inch of our reality
our body, tormented in this carousel driven by eunuchs,
lusting for the fresh tears of despair!