Run

Faces laughing like dangling Judas, giving the crown its last thorn: do they not see the decadence in front of them?

Religion is dead! Art is dying, society is useless!

We will replace them.First with orgies that utter poetry after every climax.Then will come the running through the streets until all thought is dead.It was running and sweating, that gave man the throne of the invisible kingdom, and with running he'll take it back from himself.

No more love! No more progress! Where have they ever gotten us? Let's try something new.

I want to try winning.

I want to swim without being known.

I want to hate without prejudice.

I want to strive for death.

Be rid of surnames; ancient, crude nicknames that tie us to an existence we don't even know. Lets be called: "Morning", "Euro", "Sacrament", "Pan", because they are what we worship, what we desire.

Deny everything but ourselves; that is the only Natural thing to do.

Grab my arm
And we'll be the first to run.
We could save the planet so much harm
If we just close our eyes: and run.

Not another song...