Bus

Bus


When men starts to celebrate death
World remains on painful regret

Politics googles threats
Self-indulgence
By the news on breakfast

Brainwashed from laundry money
Lives were taken out
It is a non sparing cycle
That runs over all

The abortion of mother earth
The child of greed desire
Plugged through a simple wire

Tied by us
The cord blood was cut
Meanwhile I go to school
On this suicidal bus

Counterpoint

Counterpoint

An ego trip against myself
As I see your face
On the bed's edge
I like to watch you sleeping
Then morning begins
By the window
Reflecting your gorgeous face
The sun breaks into the room
"Good morning my lady"
It's always sunny here in Somalia
Nice place for a honeymoon
Abundant food, healthy people
And the higher technology of sewers sanitation
Of the new world
Tourists of all the planet
Miscegenation on new paved streets
Fiber optic internet
My lady was right
To extend the journey
Try not to go back where we came from
The greedy people and starveling poverty
Scared us out of there
I will never go back to Denmark
Not for a while...