I had been taught to speak The language of butterflies I have been used to think That we all could have wings
Who said we could not have wings?
So give me the illusion Then give me frustration, give me
Promised light For all of us denied Mocks at this grey little being
Promised light The prize for all those blind Tamed souls who still believe
When disappointment kills hope And hunger makes us forget Forget that once we wanted to be free j ?!pii?s .!??eh Now the fountain of wishes Belongs to me just to steal the coins and run
Run away!
The flowing of a thousand Dead forgotten dreams Caged into the sleepy trance Of the trip back home
Where am I? Am I here today? Yesterday? Or ten years ago?
That's how I'm still piercing the guts The deep and complex anatomy Of the huge grey beast We are all slaves of
