you say you feel lost in the middle of a crowd but safe with Jim in the desert you want to break your shame and shout it loud that you quit a city so grey and a life so blurred because your doors of perception were locked when deamons turned politic in churches when money turned angels into whores when witchcraft became a true science so if the lines in your hand are too short you'd better start running out of here hunting down your freedom with a suitcase nuke bought in a shopping mall yea i sea the world in a tragic way i think it turned from Blake to black the Flames of Hell didn't come at all but a joke-war is almost better isn't it? but if we stay emotionless and leave everything of the outside world and survive with our only thoughts in mind and hands in our pockets it gives one more chance to the self-made kings to rule over cartoon-slaves handing up their souls on a golden plate like a hundred wolves around the trembling sheep