I'm in plain sight
hiding underneath a crooked sky
I saw two lions fight
standing on the end of a staircase, thought I could fly

I heard of this world before
the one of endless ideas
A space I used to adore
now filled endlessly with fears

Let me go to the furthest place in my mind
where gravitation still has it's place
I need to grativate, I need to find
that corner of my eye, that lost part of my face

Send me forward to my hollow moon
in his cold embrace I turn a blind eye, I turn
I'll light my fire, it will be the sun soon
and I'll finally
burn,
burn,
 burn...

See those birds have come out of their hidden homes,
The sun had made hidden hills out of the mist,
& the birds have awoken the trees by singing sweet song in it's ear,
But I'm unable to see any life here,
Here in the world of humans,
I can see only the robots,
The robots working like machines,
The machines fueled with some food & water,
The machines busy in making money,
The machines away away from this scene of harmony,
The machines with eyes & fingers busy  on their mobile & laptops,
& with a thought to see themselves on the top,
See the birds have ended the song,
The hills are covering themselves silently in curtains of mist,
The tired sun is hiding bit -by- bit in the blanket of sky,
& look at these machines,
Still living life in a lie...
The moon is singing the song of peace,
& the stars are dancing,
Yet here is no symbol of life!!
These machines are yet shutting themselves in a rife...