from the purulent wound
of your colored screen
comes annoying voise,
making you machine
and electric ghosts
suck your futile eyes,
just sit cosy, smile
and get used to like lies
look at the dead truth,
hanging on the trees,
we are laboratory monkeys,
standing on the knees,
praying for garbage
of someone's decisions,
living in cage
of Tell Lie Vision
sky is in chains,
heart in the barbwire,
soul turns to mud
of ashes without fire
one way to run
from the swamp of the streets
is the chemical heaven
of spiritless meat
look at the killed god,
failured his task,
the wretched flea circus
grimacing in masks,
feeding from corpse
of someone's decisions,
living in cage
of Tell Lie Vision