Ego

We are lone blind prophets,
In the world, where sun gives only burns
In the world where truth is treated as poison
And nobody helps no one

Barefoot, on the blades of knives
Dance, dance, dance
And kiss your pain
In her scarlet lips

Here, where the silence hides desperation
Mute wanderers disguise their pain in dances
Morals, interdictions, laws, precepts
Will cover dead Ego with snow

Barefoot, on the blades of knives
Dance, dance, dance
And kiss your pain
In her scarlet lips