Coma Everyday

rivets the brains
keeps spitting, little hairdos
wich know when
kneeling before the great lord

jesters think they are insolent
showing their big smile
but who's
talking of your death?

while god’s
dazzling blind ears
can't control
so much blood

everyday I find a lie
making more real my world

how not? the little suit
the holy bless
the fucking piece of paper
and the emptiness in it

while god’s
dazzling blind ears
can't control
so much blood

everyday I find a lie
making more real my world