A funy execution
Behind a rose
The pleasure of life
Is only dead reality
At the moment of truse
How long is truthful
The honest visage
On the death laden skul ?
Till your blood spills
In your veins
That’s also just a game
A black hood
Over the head
And the white walls
Am I and Am I not
Rotten laugh of the fear
So, still I am
The salty taste
That flows
Is afraid of knowing why
How long
Haven’t I been looking underneath
Succesful glory’s slave
They’ve beheaded
Who are they
That guided him
On the way sprinkled
By heads of roses
You’ve never been soaked in blood
The hangman hadn’t come
You’ve belonged to the glory
And glory carries an axe