Uncomprehensible shipwreck of wings thriving on air,
Insane lullaby, driving me mad with its rhymes,
Drummer sound in the prison of my confidence and trust,
Like a mad clown whose forgotten who he is under all the make-up.
The ink I collect from my eyes will hopefully write wonderful stories,
But it scribbles fairy tales with no happy endings,
Prince Charming got lost on the way and Princess Beauty is a slut,
Smoking too many cigarettes, taking too much lsd, they wish for conformity.
The happiness of a child resides in a pill,
They scream as their bodies dance together, they cry the pain,
Pleasure is a heat wave, burning them down in cenders,
To be blown away in the wind, one cloudy day of May.