Absorbed in Thought - Spirit of Creation

A pale desert is
What you created,
Irretrivable landscape
You desolated;


We are not dependent
On your chantles,
We didn't ask for
Your archievements;

Dried up leaves - falling into my heart;

There they sit,
Stout and fat,
And they can't even move,
How I live you'll never prove!

Worship your god - but don't interfere in my faith...

Lured, pressed, beaten
Into civilization,
Which rules!
Can't comprehend;

Can't you understand
That I don't like
The smell of
Ripped earth!


We are on the wrong way!
The whole world runs astray!
There is more than one bill to pay!

Spirit of creation...

We are on the wrong way!
The whole world runs astray!
There is more than one bill to pay!

I want to call myself innocent,
But I can't as long as I'm accessory
On your disappointment!
I'd like to condemn your situation,
But I can't as long as I'm accessory
On your desperation! - And may I be forever...