The rusty chains,
devoured by rain
I want out,
I want......

A sky doesn't know where its been,
a trail of clouds to where its's clean,
diving down into the pearls

A torch pitch black and simmering,
and my tongue's dried wishing.......
but not for this country....

black and blue and wishing smashed
a big bang of two comets clashed
this machinery and repetition
No longer has a will to live.