White Blood

Take one, lots of white hopes
Desperation, isolation, motivation
Driven by trust in the emptiness
Sulfuric spray straight to the nerves
All your others selves are absent
Fragile intervention in communication
Your mind becomes the question
And your guts the answer

Take two, lots of red sheets
Compulsive selfish tricks
Takes more than words to let you in
Furious vicious of the holy flesh
Maniac ambassador of the oppression
Molten fields of purple dressed cannabis
The macabre show has closed
And the clown has to cry

Take three, lots of black knights
Futile inquisition, transparent to the eye
Your hopes moved your head towards the edge
Chasing desperately the air of freedom
Negation shows its sharpened teeth
But it was not enough to fall
It was your suffocation