4 fingers, 2 fingers, 3 fingers, one
Unseen writing but voices none
Sometimes I wish, I had someone
To eradicate my obsession with the trigger and the gun

Piercing the scream thru’ the dark blue velvet
Many wars I fought, many difficulties met
A sculptor vision makes stone come alive
But what I envisioned all turned out to be lies

The wars of the shackled will never end
Though we are insecure we do pretend
And we go on living a lie
This is our revenge on those
Who turned a blind eye