…

if the truth comes out
will our dreams come true?
we are runabouts
in the world of flu.

with a faith in nothing
stare into the dark.
seeking always something
with no chance to luck.

we reject salvation
on a bending knees.
see how lifes reflect on
glass of deadly Styx.

dwell in endless moody
with a mien of smile.
lookes like foolish goody
strive for perfect style.

no one can't account
is it false or true?
when the truth comes out
death will comes for you.

          July 10-14, 2005