you say you feel lost in the middle of a crowd
but safe with Jim in the desert
you want to break your shame and shout it loud
that you quit a city so grey
and a life so blurred
because your doors of perception were locked
when deamons turned politic in churches
when money turned angels into whores
when witchcraft became a true science
so if the lines in your hand
are too short
you'd better start running out of here
hunting down your freedom
with a suitcase nuke
bought in a shopping mall
yea i sea the world in a tragic way
i think it turned from Blake to black
the Flames of Hell didn't come at all
but a joke-war is almost better isn't it?
but if we stay emotionless
and leave everything of the outside world
and survive with our only thoughts in mind
and hands in our pockets
it gives one more chance
to the self-made kings
to rule over cartoon-slaves
handing up their souls
on a golden plate
like a hundred wolves around the trembling sheep