The sun opera begins
Sacrificial altars in the sky.
From which this dank rain emanates
Concrete of this burned out world
Mortar of this frightening factory
I cross the world Made of glass and dust
A bright world shining brilliantly
Outshining the sun
Always higher
Let it burn as Icarus
Lighting up this fucking world for the first time
Storm is coming
Soon this card castle will fly away
In the breath of some vultures, hyenas, snakes.
Everything’s rushing
Powerless, watching the sea move back
Taking a few steps back as if getting ready
To send this wave going
Razing this place to the ground
Clean this place
Where everything is to start all over again