AND NOW WHAT MORE IS COMING?

I thought there will be a break from the hell of November

The most disturbing and dreary month

Exhaustion and depressions and crashes and loss

And what will be accomplished with this new endeavor?

Nothing

Nothing will be accomplished

That's what I am after

My songs, my birds are of nothing

They are nothing, they sing of nothingness

They need to escape

They need to run away

Away from you and me

They have been trapped

We have the lock

We have the key

We are so cruel

And cruel is us

How come?

How come we became the monsters?

 and we put the birds in prison ?

The birds are in prison because we need company

Because we are so angry that we can't escape from being monsters

Monster human beings we think, 

It's a compliment

Monster

God created us, the stupid human being, the angry human being

The miserable human being

And we created the monster

We incorporated the monster in us

Now we are so proud and our

Songs are our prisoners for life...