"Roll them out, out on the road
Let each one hear this warning tone
Flash the lenses, let the headlines scream

We don't catch anyone alive
We are immune from the black letter
(Can the soul be made a plaything....)

The more the powder falls, (.... by men)
We add to our badges"


THE FAIR ONE:





"The news of their kill have become

The prayers in the morning
They are breeding awards
For each of their kill

These murders are without a trial
Or do I exaggerate?
Is the silence of this hour

Waiting for the rooster?

Is the origin of this thought the ego of mine?

Or is it my habit of indulging in deep thought?

Bleak is the world for the sick man

Even when the sun burns the brightest
So I see my calling to become the bird
That wakes the ones with their eyes wide shut

I am not the kind who embraces death
But your silence is all the more killing
None is more mysterious than humans

Who are attuned only to pleasant news

The license to kill has replaced the fragrance

Of the flowers with the smell of blood
I lie on the bed watching this decay
Under the vigil of the watchmen


This fight will last till the bees find their hive
And we find out lost paradigm"


THE LENSES:


"This venture is taken by the fair one
Who has resolved to know no rest "


THE FAIR ONE:

"My desires are frozen in the depths of my soul

But I'll die if that can awaken the millions
The dark clouds will pass away
As the darkness won't bind us

And god will guide us
Towards the path we believe in