You’re try to pick up
from the ground
the rest of plants
that´s still being grown
they feed you with everything you need
but there’s no need
know what it mean

Refrain:

When we are young we wanted to know
everything more and better.
The need to know it was too strong.
And we had hope. Whenever.

We believed proudly
That Knowledge fills the soul.
And we were wrong.

Many years has passed by
and they easily defeated us.
They understood that we are still
saturated with grass.
We believed the nonsense,
that enough senses  brighten up
our dirty minds.

Unfortunately
when you’re rich
you don’t have much time
No time to deal
with the basic question:
Who we are?

They cook meals
from deceiving and lies
to separate
from crowd buzz
call they   dogs
from the quarters

Behind the  quarters
watch them sheeps
spending all of their
time buying things
Solving problems
with brand new grass
you can look into their
wild staring eyes

Now let the Dogs out!

In front of Tower
in the Dogs Department
they tear meat
from dead bodies and souls
of those who want fled the trap
who’s not satisfied

Let your mind to flow
far away from here
Now you find the key
To break the lazy midday
Overturn this chairs

these doors remained closed
You have to explore it
Maybe they lead out of hive
There is nothing to regret
no time to hesitate

—-ref—-

when you ran out
of those open doors
you were surrounded
by  pleasant feeling

When you leave
that confused
noisy room
every breath
is surprisingly sweet

there Is nothing to hide
…. you feel it so nice
Now Is comming the time
To shatter in that hive

therefore we spend many hours
in the sight of the towers

The pigs are high
Watch them fly
we are numb and decieved by the
laws of this farm
and we are forced to obey

But with our own direction
comfort, satisfaction

It can´t be all
What bounds our world
there must be a hole
lead to another land
a country full of charming

PART  II-

now
is a good time to be bold
and leave the herd now
and a fence of decieving and lies

You left the crowd that flows
down to the river
of true oblivion

but there
on the Highlands
is the more breathable air
and the dogs are maybe out

therefore we spend many hours
in the sight of the towers

The pigs are high
Watch them fly
we are numb and decieved by the
laws of this farm
and we are forced to obey

But with our own direction
comfort, satisfaction

It can´t be all
What bounds our world
there must be a hole
lead to another land
a country full of charming

PART  II-

now
is a good time to be bold
and leave the herd now
and a fence of decieving and lies

You left the crowd that flows
down to the river
of true oblivion

but there
on the Highlands
is the more breathable air
and the dogs are maybe out

withdrawal from the herd
whenever you think
when you are able
to convict their simple tricks

you’re fascinated by
this truly elegant ease
how we can be faithful
and diligent sheeps

still obediently
we dont want to do
but we are going in lines
but they assured us
that thinking is wasting our time

but once was times
when everyone had home
with those  who loved him
and the fence just around the yard

but now we and them
each in their own hole
therefore no one comes to dinner
and we are starving

and we’re going down
and they go down
but the dinner is gone

They get up and growls.
Their  teeth are out

Don´t wake the swans
until they cover their sightings.
Don´t be so sweet
if you can never keep it, anymore

Tears in petrified eyes,
lots of insincere smilings.

That’s what’s left of you
when the gate was closed
in that night.

Now you can finally find
this almost simple reason
why to fight
just for a while.

either now
or never
we have no chance together

and I still believed
they just patrol over the street
that they have corporate meat
that they will not catch you or me

thereby

but now it just looks like that
we are their prey today

dogs have a
precisely prescribed role
they always goes hungry for action
thereby increasing their zeal and
always achieving their goal

our chances are uncertain

forlorn
desolated

but somewhere inside the tower
I hear distant screeches

what happened then
was like a mad dream
maybe it was a fever of fear

he appeared in the light
of the entrance
he looked around to see if anyone was looking

and spoke to me

forlorn
desolated

but somewhere inside the tower
I hear distant screeches

what happened then
was like a mad dream
maybe it was a fever of fear

he appeared in the light
of the entrance
he looked around to see if anyone was looking

and spoke to me

we bleed
from wounded heart
and then
there is remain
deplorable restless mind

you feel nothing
but you want to name that feeling
pain is slowly fade away
hope no longer binds you
tears will cry  in quiet day

we all want a freedom
from those intrusive naked feelings
an attempt to change our mind
it is wasting oour time
we have already decided

we feel nothing
but we can name that feeling
“ascending stonyness of the heart”
on forehead we have a sign
and the beast will find us
doing right

deep in your soul
there were few empty rooms
for a true ultimate
love of your life
now they are crowded
but no one is in them
to make sense to your lonely days

and now no matter how you try
is just like pricking into dead meat

When I was a child
I felt a permanent worries
about entire world
about the choices we will have to make

about how to be fair
I was hoping that we were guided
by a shepherd who wants
to take solicitous care of his sheeps

all new things in my life
were a little scary for me
from the corridors of the school
to countless numbers of planets and stars

but at the end I realized that
it was useless to try
because my life
was not controlled by me

Part 2.

That night I was
on my knees the
last time  went out together
for that words you told to me
we had lost it forever

The night was so dark
like the darkness of your soul
and it was wrong

You told me here
with a quiet calm:
“Don’t convince me now.
I just wanted to
show you a dream
but we don´t be together
I hate
waking up with someone
Better  sleep alone.”
that night was gone