2021.03.11.
The Planet of Hieronym Bosch II
Look for the lighthouse of wise paths,you, who came from the stars.
We’re ruled by a king,
his name is Heroin.
You better fly on
before they come swarming.
The demonic hive,
drugs sleep in flowers,
how does the salt cry
as it curses a tear?
We’re ruled by a king,
his name is Heroin.
The crazy princess is sleeping,
I hope silence can wake her,
the schizophrenic prince of dreams
has never fallen asleep.
We’re ruled by a king,
his name is Heroin.
A choir of hammers resounds,
resounds from the coffins of lambs,
it likes the blood of afterglow.
The name of our mighty king
is Heroin.