Through the right ribs, the doves of peaceful times rip the skin
To make the last flight to a place unknown to the corrupts.
A burst of bullets resonate like the storms in Jupiter.
And then a new sun, just like the one before.
The light that guided me through the
darkness is the same that get lost under the water.
And the face that makes me feel safe
Where the mask of those who locked them in the illusion
The white band that covered my eyes shreds like the moons of Saturn.
And then a new sun just like the one before.