Killing of Wolves

You can't stand the silence
Like insects you fly
To draw every attention
To annoy all the rest

With words you build miracles
With deeds piles of sheet
You're just bleeding wounds
And I'm the salt

Dancing in circles
The zero perimeter
That's what you are
And what you represent

Nailed to the cross
Which you so admired
Fuckin whores of lesser fathers

Broken and forsaken
This wastefall is taking me down
Hanging on a freefall's bliss
Tonight is departure
Tonight it is judgement

Nothing is floating
In these concrete eyes of deepest regret
For now is only pain
And then you get used to it

This war of dessorted values
Takes toll
Even from the dead

Walking puppets
In a carnival grotesque march
To fulfill the emptiness
Of promises

Walking every demon
That's the tale of heaven grace
Despise is for now but
Mistakes for ever

Dreams feed the fire
Of this cosmic failure