Vox Of Anti-Time

Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder
And the flashes of reason
If something must still happen, it shall happen
Following the rules of anti-logic

Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,
Don't burn your energy trying to stand
Your anti-you

Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all,
Everything can be brought back to
A ridiculous game by the vox of anti-time.

You cannot separate happiness from your life,
As your life is not exempt form tragedy

It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum,
That sings hosanna to the ones
Who kill and spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life,

That worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity
Of sincere feelings, to protect his own
Inconsistent shell from the disappointment of raw truth.

I'm against every stereotype or icons
I yearn an antiseptic space,
Impatient and devoid of shame
I know it exists, it is inside me

Sometimes outside me
(Sometimes outside me)
I've been there with my mind.
(I've been there with my mind)