that insomnia
evil thoughts dancing in mind
this pyromania
target their cult to unwind
roots of our ancestors
the abandoned wisdom
pretty statues wont hide
the cruelty to our kind
manipulated many times
so the flock of sheep stays blind
deceiving mask on his face
basilisk without its scales
lying down on the grass
i close both of my eyes
like a raven flying high
i see green waves of trees in my sight
i see mountains crying out the life
the moon pierces dark skies
the sun gives us light
but kills us from inside
