Who should I be questionning when
There will be no god left ?
Where will my thoughts go, if no destination ?
If no one to answer ?
If nothing to refer to, no poetry no arts
No design and no goal ?
Shall I always remain quiet
Or dumb with my mind running fast ?
No catharsis allowed.
A thousand horses unchained,
locked up in a dull circus.
And yet the voice remains
It will never be screaming
Again, never be yelling again.
Always remain.
An insidious whisper that's filling up the vase
with constant certainty.
And yet the voice remains,
Whispering there's no hope,
Whispering there's no love,
Whispering there's no joy,
Whispering : « kill em all ! »
There will be no god left ?
Where will my thoughts go, if no destination ?
If no one to answer ?
If nothing to refer to, no poetry no arts
No design and no goal ?
Shall I always remain quiet
Or dumb with my mind running fast ?
No catharsis allowed.
A thousand horses unchained,
locked up in a dull circus.
And yet the voice remains
It will never be screaming
Again, never be yelling again.
Always remain.
An insidious whisper that's filling up the vase
with constant certainty.
And yet the voice remains,
Whispering there's no hope,
Whispering there's no love,
Whispering there's no joy,
Whispering : « kill em all ! »