You don't deserve what you abide
It's so dangerous to play with your words, remember when
The moon grew older than our others
In the corner Kepler scratching his head
To see the moon sulking, singing
"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour"

Maybe I'll be better off a werewolf
Drop my sword on the run to the morning
Touch everything in between
In momentary lapse of a blink in freedom
I'll be better off a savage

How alike are you with the sun
She's grabbed in thunder's jaw and still haunted by winter's chill
She's not safe

There was one day
I still remember it to the end
You were looking out the window
Comprehending how much effort you put
How little you get while everyone else is stuck on their screens
I heard everything
Then I heard priest spoke some hymns
Down the river from the hills flowing through the prison corridor
Then it all fell like glass and broke
Woven in the clouds still hindering in naive sunlight
It's all right, "be like the love which discovered the sin"
Or amongst the rebel and stone, lemongrass and ginger in free breeze
A polaroid joke about laughter captured, hung before everything
Dreams made us feel, rest is an act
I witnessed snapping out

I feel motivated to be anxious by the crippling feeling of losing touch
But maybe I am not so weak

I laid down so hard, unbearable
I crumbled down in the groove of my paranoia
To search inside a dream, a fritter halfway between
When i woke up believing
I am king
I heard a gunshot from within

Plain secrecy, resides in my humour
I'm a little bird
I flew like this all my life
Like a bag of sand losing my burning weight
Against the current tides of blowing wind