a riot

... never tear us apart ... because we are the only ones ... we watch the rivers ... full of dead butterflies ... and nothing comes to your mind ... just that breathing is painful ... and you ... if you ... if you run ... you will sooner or later ... face the fall ... because we are the only ones ... and

the lamp

will soon kill another moth ... we are the children of the most immoral crime ... the years of the drum have passed ... this sickness ... beyond the water of time ... leads me to a place ... where i will be able ... to distinguish

... my rage from my mind.

::: sinking :::