Spit lies
And dream tales
Sanctification of misery here in the solace,
Sinners unite
And find this place
Piece of the earth we call forth our own
Secret doors of a secret society
And code name it “tolerance”
Never wrong, nothing bad
Just don’t . . .
And even that – okay, it is and can be
Breathe
One, two
Earth and moon, real
The world within as the world without and we are the same
People
Cross lines
Stand tall
Salvation in one place,
Through one man
Dream tales,
Spit lies
And slowly watch your world fall apart . . .