Last summer

The black sky is dripping, the red land is sipping
My mind is tripping, lost in a forest of sins.
Away with the pains you sail through my veins
Till nothing remains but our broken dreams.
For This is our final summer.

The wolves are howling, our memories are drowning
And the fish has stopped swimming the seas.
The birds are landing, their last flight is winding.
Everything stopped working even the bees.

Our minds are polluted, our voices are muted,
And our souls are diluted In a thousand religions chasing one God
The earth is moving ever so slowly
Even our feelings are empty and lonely
And the screens are dictating our lives.

Enslaved by the systems we always assist them,
With every click emoji or like.
We are marching our demons throughout our existence
This is a Japanese strike.


At the end of our journey I would like you to hold me
Close to whatever there is that remains.
Please don't forget me and please do not tell me
When you want to sail again through my veins.

The art of madness