A snake crosses the ocean among the floating corpses, the kids in school will learn today to love their fear, embrace their paranoia and masturbate at nothing.

Numbers and facts are just way too boring for them.

Butterflies flying and then behind the glass. Do you know me? Do you know me?

Trapped in another reality with borrowed books, all of them filled with false non-facts.

A doll dressed in red: Just another toy for invisible hands.

Zombie kings, puppet strings. Will somebody dare to change the record?

My house is a square-shaped box; I wish I had a real name.

The idols of the future will became object of lust and derision exactly one day after being elected.

I sued to believe nothing ever changes, yet this silence is not same as yesterday.

A crown on the head of the naked emperor will not make him feel any less cold, even if it is golden.

Sing, sing louder but remember to don't say anything at all.

If you have a book, you will have to burn it tomorrow in the name of the peace and hurt feelings.

Tomorrow's children will grow up mute and blindfolded thinking only in puppets while the building and bridges start crumbling behind them.

The happy morons of the future will always live happily ever after without ever knowing if the sun exists; self-awareness will became a crime for the next generations to come.

And their children will happily jump from the top of a burning cross to the closest river, while the cleverest of them will wait for the Second Coming in the deepest parts of the sea: Such will be their hideout while snakes continue to move across the surface of the waters, leaving a red track behind them.

The gospel of the new millennium will be written; Who will play the role of Judas?

You, and me and everyone else: Silent accomplices in lies and self-deception, ants walking in a single line towards the nest of spiders.

The desert will become our Promised Land, because Death will become a blessed gift from the snakes.

And then, when the house has been completely abandoned, the thieves will come at night, to scavenge the remains of all what has been left behind, bringing hope to ashes.

A sphinx trying to decipher the barcode.