Virtual Freedom

I'll be the last to be there
I'll raise a feeling
Hard like love
Brief like a carnival
I'm not insane no
I'm just a criminal

I've just poetized my crimes
I've done it but I don't know why
I've been managed by the sin

Virtual freedom
It seems to be a game
I cannot feel
Voices hover on the air
Over my mind
It's almost a drawl
It brings me joy

I'm a faulty man
Looking for victims
I stare at them till I hear kirries call
I'm not insane, no
I love the children