Weak man’s Mantra

As beautiful as maniac
Illusion of profusion
As magic as petrol
The high spite of mankind.
Unmistakable but unrealizable,
Unlimited but irresponsible,
Now I can hear the unnatural sound of origin sin.
This is my stand and my monition,
This is my lovely slight.
My obedience, my oblivion,
Lassitude, preoccupation,
Pittance of clouds
Is the slogan for our lies and plague.
We can do anything,
But the time shall say “That’s the same”.
It’s war, It’s law, my dream, my world, this pain is game no breath no  name. This lie is smile I’m human desire. Through sand to end my earth my land.
 [bad word] 

Left side, right side, ha
 Can you say, who we are?
Left side, right side, ha
The sun, [bad word] from afar.
Left side, right side, ho
Stand up, say your “No”.
Say that to them all
Left side, right side
This is no one’s fault.

My restless god is jealousy.
My mind is oily swamp, dust is my uniform, on my way to worm
I’m always alone.
Now I can see.
It’s the sin factory inside my head.
I’m alive. I feel pain, but I can’t understand.
It’s war, It’s law, my dream, my world, this pain is game no breath no  name. This lie is smile I’m human desire. Through sand to end my earth my land.

 [bad word] 

Left side, right side, ha
Can you say, who we are?
Left side, right side, ha
The sun, [bad word] from afar.
Left side, right side, ho
Stand up, say your “No”.
Say that to them all
Left side, right side
This is no one’s fault.

My blindness is stronghold. My promises are [bad word]  
My ethics is my way to immortality. [bad word] of world I am.
That’s [bad word]  My word is my god. My lie my living prophet.