I desire to part with the worldOf dark trees and dark shadesWhere no transparency liesAnd comfort wide afar as it fades I crave not a link with the worldWhere the old too wise enough to blandThey that rule affairs of stateHolding a breeze from gracing the land‘Cause they’re espoused with doomAnd brazenly watch the land…
The Mother Planet is perverted with putrefactionIt’s inhabitants are housed in subversionMaking ends meet is gauged by cronyismThe State Affairs are scaled in nazism As a daughter after Mama’s own heartShe sees Her with favouritesNot meritocracyAt tender age, young and exuberantShe runs errands based on a conditionShe receives a compensation for neglectOf her rightful responsibilities…
Like the bee suffocated and entangledIn a rubber, by the little village boyThat carry it like a play thingOblivion it’s the honeyThat guarantees it’s very being Like the beesOur toes rest on the flowersOur nose smell the fragranceOur mouth transfer the pollens Like the beesWe are the Queens of the hivesWe can talkYes we can…
The Mother Planet is perverted with putrefactionIt’s inhabitants are housed in subversionMaking ends meet is gauged by cronyismThe State Affairs are scaled in nazism As a daughter after Mama’s own heartShe sees Mama with favouritesNot meritocracyAt tender age, young and exuberantShe runs errands based on a conditionShe receives a compensation for neglectOf her rightful responsibilities…