It's the dreamy red air raid alarm.
The signals of the burning hands couldn't awake the shiny purple night.
It's easy to see and count the stars
as easy to set the whole world on fire and break the limit of sound and pain.
I wonder however if it worthed much at all
to sing the one-way anthems of somebody's promised heaven.
The buildings are white and so short.
The reflection of the white morning
remind me of an oblivious childhood dream.

The breathing hopeless tumor hides in the lake,
but the froth of rain makes it rich of oxygene and much more satisfied.
The failure of aiming targets is unstudied
and the sadistic wings convention will bring the slow and slow surgery to an end.
I must trust the only airplane and one
because its heart is obedient and clear
and loyalty bursts with a machine gun.
The elements and the progress to attack
praise death and glory while the evaporated tears try to reach the stars.

Slow-motion romance
belongs now to the past.
It's hard not to follow the original
but sham now has to stop.
Revolution died in tenderness
because time of evolution is up.
The elephant-effect looks like to be bothered
and the screens got broken so fast.

Defenders. Defenders.
The twin pair of timid worms that the grave surface never let them sleep.
It's time the justice elements
pulled down the colorfull basaments that keep safe the tired sleepy sheeps.
The reason is sometimes usefull to roll
in the ears that are tortured all the time
with a craving and thirsty why.
It's easy to see and count the stars
as easy to set the whole world on fire and break the limit of sound and pain.