I had been taught to speak
The language of butterflies
I have been used to think
That we all could have wings
Who said we could not have wings?
Then give me frustation, give me...
Mocks at this gray little being
The prize for all those blind
Tamed souls who still believe
When disappointment kills hope
And hunger makes us forget
Forget that once we wanted to be free
Now the fountain of wishes
Belongs to me just to steal the coins and run...
The flowing of a thousand
Caged into the sleepy trance
That's how I'm still piercing the guts
The deep and complex anatomy