waiting for the squall of the deer
but sounds like bullets soaring in the wind
Have I become as you all
blind horses ?
champ at the bit!
we have lost the aim in the battle
but we keep acting like enraged wolves
you’ve become your own shadow
we keep acting like enraged wolves
history has enough to tell
about cheap ideology
you’ve become your own shadow
we keep acting like enraged wolves
now i’m asking you
are we here, to suck cops’s dick?
or to make resistance ?
disorder took my wave,
history’s made of repetitions
repetetions to breed
civil obedience
they keep power as the apple of their eyes
blind horses
random pictures of hypnotic vultures
illusive praised freedom
I have to recognize that your beliefs don’t make you a better person
but your actions have some aftermaths
waiting for the squall of the deer
but sounds like bullets soaring in the wind
i would like to figure out
how long my patience will last
before we finally
destroy this daily oppressor
before we finally
figure it out