Haven’t you dead yet?
Where have you been led to?
Finally crafted disguise
Intricate patterns
Bruises and gouged eyes
They throw away leaflets
Giving way to their teenage angst and anger
Twisting their arms and wrists
Containing their scream and laughter
Captured by odious ideas
They make their way through
Until sudden gush of the wind
Carries them back
Places them each to the proper cell
Passionate lovers
Drama kings
Ice queens
Showmen and women
Once they shrivel up and die
Nobody remembers them
Memory’s full
Don’t forget to clean it regularly
From the vivid impressions
It’s perfectly legal
Don’t be afraid!
You’re just in time!