The disillusionment
The days are like water, they pass without trace. Yesterday is today. Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is today. Every day, I dress the same way with the same colors, the same shirts, the same socks and the same trousers. The colors have been erased, now I see only two colors. Ah! Well, this is something opposed to reason. I lost the golden watchtowers that Hussein made. They lied! These bastards!
Everything was better before 1997. I was never alone. Now I am a little impaired. I look in the mirror and still do not recognize me. I lost my other self in another bomb. And the foolish words left me deaf I cannot go beyond what is permitted by the fluids that run through my body I evaporate. I should have refused altogether! But the green devil casted his net, and caught me like a confused fish. I have to renounce the hygienic costumes; and I would succumb to a procession that it would be better, if it's on the streets
And who is this that said "war is good for the human race?" Of course! Human rhymes with tyrant We are never going to learn! If violence is the solution to all disputes, today, there wouldn't be any more differences. But what can you expect from the crystal ball, when it has started to roll. It's easy is to seek. It isn't easy to find. Thanks Bush for helping us to lose! It would be better to submerge us in a lake of crude, so we learn to swim in viscous allegories like our economy. Ideas so so clumsy haven't been heard before.
I should escape with air and deploy my wax wings to see how far they will take me; before they melted in this heat of 130 degrees. Are we on the road to excite or excess? No! It has to be excessive Someone has been stolen the spirit of wine and will not return it. Apart from that, he laughs at us, as he gives us rancid cheese.
And this is Iraq; it resembles a poorly written play. The main characters are missing. I wanted to take the leading role, but I'm always rejected with rancid paper and ink that burns all hope. Perhaps, notion is lost as a grain of sand is lost in a sandstorm. These mental decay storms have made me lose the innocence, which I had on the human race And don't speak of reason What! A surreal dream I'm lost as a beggar in St. Louis' parks. And, ahi! my eyelids cannot hold anymore decadence. Human beings are the only race, which auto sabotages itself; and then, cast the blame to the one adjacent to it. The walls do not seem to listen they cornered me questioning each one of the reasons I have to why am I here? And then I hear myself say, "Why do you have to be so cruel? Perhaps, the East does not understand sarcasm"
The days are like water, they pass without trace. Yesterday is today. Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is today. Every day, I dress the same way with the same colors, the same shirts, the same socks and the same trousers. The colors have been erased, now I see only two colors. Ah! Well, this is something opposed to reason. I lost the golden watchtowers that Hussein made. They lied! These bastards!
Everything was better before 1997. I was never alone. Now I am a little impaired. I look in the mirror and still do not recognize me. I lost my other self in another bomb. And the foolish words left me deaf I cannot go beyond what is permitted by the fluids that run through my body I evaporate. I should have refused altogether! But the green devil casted his net, and caught me like a confused fish. I have to renounce the hygienic costumes; and I would succumb to a procession that it would be better, if it's on the streets
And who is this that said "war is good for the human race?" Of course! Human rhymes with tyrant We are never going to learn! If violence is the solution to all disputes, today, there wouldn't be any more differences. But what can you expect from the crystal ball, when it has started to roll. It's easy is to seek. It isn't easy to find. Thanks Bush for helping us to lose! It would be better to submerge us in a lake of crude, so we learn to swim in viscous allegories like our economy. Ideas so so clumsy haven't been heard before.
I should escape with air and deploy my wax wings to see how far they will take me; before they melted in this heat of 130 degrees. Are we on the road to excite or excess? No! It has to be excessive Someone has been stolen the spirit of wine and will not return it. Apart from that, he laughs at us, as he gives us rancid cheese.
And this is Iraq; it resembles a poorly written play. The main characters are missing. I wanted to take the leading role, but I'm always rejected with rancid paper and ink that burns all hope. Perhaps, notion is lost as a grain of sand is lost in a sandstorm. These mental decay storms have made me lose the innocence, which I had on the human race And don't speak of reason What! A surreal dream I'm lost as a beggar in St. Louis' parks. And, ahi! my eyelids cannot hold anymore decadence. Human beings are the only race, which auto sabotages itself; and then, cast the blame to the one adjacent to it. The walls do not seem to listen they cornered me questioning each one of the reasons I have to why am I here? And then I hear myself say, "Why do you have to be so cruel? Perhaps, the East does not understand sarcasm"