no title.

It's gonna be a parade of heads

with rumbles of thousand more guns

brace yourself for a highway of bodies

because there's gonna be a march

for all the war freaks and rebels

don't close your eyes

their scheme doesn't go to sleep

don't tremble

at least you'd die for what you think is right

There's no use of praying

because this is a sign of coming

don't seek faith when it's time

just keep your ground high and dry

this is not a show that requires papers

this is what happened behind the curtains

behind the bloody red curtain

there was so much mystery to solve

but everyone's at risk if they scream and talk

if you want to shut reality

go ahead and call yourself weird

because just like me

you are stained

the cloud will fall down onto the ground

and every shot would look like art

only without beauty in it

only the need for supremacy

and an overflowing fear felt by everyone else.