nameless

Is a black hole from here to your waist
a tear drop in some holy place
we all have reasons to breathe
but what if nothing seems right
for us to inhale

Scared
one word
as a frezzing spell
from a wizard of white hair
how chronic is my fantasy
that doesn´t stop in simple tought
has to go all the way
to the last consecuence
to whatever end.

Who has the spirit to cure
a honey transfussion
for where theres only gun powder
and darkness, and deep sound of echoes
from unknown sounds
There is nothing else to do
give a question to the moon
he probably can answer
yet you won´t hear it

So much rage
and no punch dummy around.
What a shame
black holes of purity
as if something could change,
keep walking in the rain
you´ll get wet
remember it son
teardrops will get you wet.