Killing of Wolves

You can't stand the silence

Like insects you fly

To draw every attention

To annoy all the rest

With words you build miracles

With deeds piles of sheet

You're just bleeding wounds

And I'm the salt

Dancing in circles

The zero perimeter

That's what you are

And what you represent

Nailed to the cross

Which you so admired

Fuckin whores of lesser fathers

Broken and forsaken

This wastefall is taking me down

Hanging on a freefall's bliss

Tonight is departure

Tonight it is judgement

Nothing is floating

In these concrete eyes of deepest regret

For now is only pain

And then you get used to it

This war of dessorted values

Takes toll

Even from the dead

Walking puppets

In a carnival grotesque march

To fulfill the emptiness

Of promises

Walking every demon

That's the tale of heaven grace

Despise is for now but

Mistakes for ever

Dreams feed the fire

Of this cosmic failure