All The Blank Faces - text
from a twist of destiny, grew a civilized grace.
We bit of a bat's head, we gritted our teeth.
Now the battle is over, we can go to sleep.
of an ancient culture, and all the blank faces.
The modern man separates me from nature.
In all the cities i've been, i've felt like a stranger.
with the utmost pride, for all that i revere.
My war is myself, in this rotten place.
I want to feel something, if it is only hate.
the northern light still shine for me.
The good lie that never ends, is dead.
the sun that never sets, sets directly on my head.