I was a ventriloquist
all my life until one day on stage...

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...

Null means everything.
Zero joints all the angles...

In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together...

The fire is only
everlasting the moment...

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

Life's the wrong angle
everyone must make it right...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Now is nothing
And everything...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...