I have seen black projected shapes
Moving their mute arms
On the walls of an echoing room
Like tamed shadows. We are
On hidden wires, like well-trained puppets
Who repress the helpless
We are blinded ants, cheering and drooling fools
Who are fighting for the crumbs of a sham
Dust of an illusion. Just an illusion
Unconscious ants, aligned in columns
Are waiting in vain for your 'sacred' grain
Same empty words lacking in vision
Betrayed words, I still hear from your evil mouths
Sweaty hands
Forged Smiles
Greedy Faces and
Stolen Lives
Twisted minds eaten away by more power
We become noiseless, falling down into the dark, dark
You, Me, Them, Us
In the dark, In the dark, In the dark. Blinded era
I am 55 with my feet stuck in mud
I'm dragging the burden of my youthful dreams
Inside the hope of a better life