Lost in obscure more time
It’s not dying, that’s sad
It’s living when you not happy
You are not blessed
Wear a mask in conform
To people and institutions you think are illogical
You lie to yourself
With this fame
Make believe
And you live condition by the shake
As a wolf without fangs

A permanent contradiction between your fantasies and what is reality
You collide with the opposition to lose all joy of the matrix
And as they surprise on restrain you
To bleed freedom of your powers
As the poison seeping through
Flowers of violent, cruel, terrible and spudded
Just like love

Welcome to my Torture Garden
And married of this entire earth
And this atrocious second I understand
And desired can attain a darkest terror
And give life to the brightest hearts
And I say truth of the builders on the flowers
The currents of the bad [?] under wedding
A drape raise of the tame verse waved and follow
And the flowers died
Only two ones again
And we born and love again