Free at last

We’ll fly away fast to the sanctuary of past

Full blast: an escape to the unspoken trance

Healing is an illusion as real as dreaming

Seeing is believing.

Tears dry; people die; true lies.

Contemplate the masquerade that fails to end

Levitate away the constant ill effects of fear and dread

Do you fear death?

Do you have regrets?

The last thing to be conquered is death.

Sailing on smokes of cigarettes

Feeding on fears of defeat

Lying in the streets where reality of hunger meets greed.

Feed. Feed on it.

Kiss. Kiss as if your life depends on it.

Heal. Heal the future that consummates with the past

Free. Free at last.