one million ways lay in front of you
and each way calls you to itself
one - pleasant for eye, another - press for body
where? how do you go, it's up to you
here's an open way, and the palace there
everything you want - paradise of god
as a butterfly you're flying to the light
but having flown up there, you will burn your wings!
you will fall down, straight into the dirt
look around...
around: black, stench and scum
in the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water
reflection of you as a candle in the dark
laughing above you dim light burns
welcome to my kingdom! the hoarse voice shouts.
and in your brains as in rich kissel
there will be insight - your pain in a head
the demon spokes with you, you involved yet
will not see no light nor pleasure
remains only... a sin |