White Ward - Futility Report

Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the stars
Lightens up the countless rooftops with a tender golden light
Under roofs beloved nooses hug the necks now and again
Guard the wrinkled mental health against reality

Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong to this world
Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong here

Roadways reek of the madness
Noone walks plague-stricken streets
Only lanterns patrolling
Beacons for the restless souls

Drowned men stay in the row
At deserted silent piers
Follow dying old man with their eyes
Full of salty tears

Massive cross of intellect
On the back of mental patient
Presses me into the ground
Shedding pain and desolation

All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
Heavy rain through all the life
Deafens incoherent prayers

All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
In the mad world where God
Has become the first self-killer

All the efforts are futile.