Poison settles,
Body recovers from the wound,
Lotion develops,
Mind goes from light to doomed.
Doomed in hell,
Forever spawn and spell,
Listening and hearing,
Beneath you I’m steering.
Steering lifeless wheels,
Controlling which way to go,
Ignoring the bless,
Always taking, never pass.
This forever lasting soul,
Mindless/thoughtless/broken/whole,
Will recover from poison flow,
This poison shall go.
nu een klein gedicht over de oorlog, die tegen irak aan het beginnen is:
Don’t risqué the war,
Come to senses please,
Breaking down the earth,
Just stop, freeze.
Don’t risqué the war,
Think straight not bend,
Stupid mistakes reaching far,
We shall not give you our hand to lend,
War is at hand,
Decision’s been made,
British follow like sheep,
Slowly the world seems to fade.