Satire

Celebrate the right to be wrong
Hanging on a lift by luck
Is nowhere written nor spoken
C'mon! Time out of drama
Oh Anna let's kill tonight!
Live above the ordinary path
Differ from The Other's by choice not by fate
Let's kill this night that leads to the dawn
Let's gather the strength that shall lead us

Furthermore I understand by breath driven towards you
We pretend many facts yet the result is such an act
There is wonder, there were art, magic almost
Shatter remains of a caricature
Crush me under the weight of our wonderland
Was meant for the dead...what are we nowadays?
Stains of a failed project that time ceased to care about
Withdraw the asset c'mon!
We all await the glorified argument
Sounds legit...

Must finish the singing lessons
For the tale has just begun and has to carry on
Angels will guide my strings, harpies will leech the wind
And harps won't mock no more

It's a dirty business handwritting
All we do is express our soul
Copy and paste it and mix it with raw
Pure and delicate imagination
It's not enough
There must be a bleeding first
We lack to assimilate the leaks

Rape the guitar and enjoy it
Strings bend over and roll under the forge
Confusion and paranoia
Let's have some hysteria gentlemen
Let's kill tonight
And glorify this growing satire of life
Another specie has come to extinction