Speak to me, come to me, tell me
I don't want to hear, i want to be away, i don't want to understand.
Kill me, heal me, love me
I will give you live, i will poison you, i will hate you.
Be a human. Be an animal.
To die means to have lived.

Flying from the top of the skies,
catching breath of industriality,
refusing obvious, rejecting lies.
Drawning in the liquid of sins,
being ready to fall in sleep before
someone will be able to disturbe me.

There are things, there are sounds, there are signs that make me think, make me see. Do i see too much, enough or too less. Being human, being the weakest link in evolution. Praise the Nature and be aware it will ask one day for that what has been taken away from.

Who rules the world ?? BUSH ?? no way!!