In the day,
I feel the end coming,
No wind blowing,
No insect humming.

The horizon stretches,
toward the pink and orange sky.

How I wish I could go there.
How beautiful to die.

But living...
As a coward,
wallowing,
Day by day,
hour by hour,

Swallowing our fears,
Then for a safety we drink them down some more.

These calloused fingers show the work of mankind,
But when there's nothing left nothing matters but this mind.

The senile society we work for today,
Killed me dead on the spot with bio-terror serenades.
The fire in the sky lights my hopes ablaze,

They are ashes now,
The desires of this day.
To myself I wouldn't bow,
a god in disarray.

An empire of one man,
One freedom,
one gun.

By day this infinite power,
By a day that is an hour.

And this empire has one man,
One coward.