So,
Under all for crowded cemetery light
A friend of mine told
Me about the way the season's gonna end
And I said
To my indifferent world
I am of you and together we will learn
You are my home, my only home
My friend, if only free
From the thought of every pig upon your feet
An endless need, to see
Every Rorschach shadow etched into the screen
I would like, to find a different world
Full of endless meaning, opium, and light
To end the fight

INVIA LE CORREZIONI