Follow The Leader Blind Number

eyes shot and tears explode
white teeth smiles as darkness wakes up
sleep walks and talks from the curse
burns the edge of my humanity
at night ill rise through burning sun
becoming the fire and dast of bones
seen the real light hidden in tracks of time
on the back of my inside scars
where the number is the name
where the "holocaust" is the day

where the pain is in the daily routine
the screams becoming the music
and the tears becoming a water
sparks to fire to another ashes
the night cuts my soul,swallows me
a hole in my tunge,turn back,reverse,return
to the ashes of the holy ,to the water of gods
to the cruelty of mankind
as the people follows a blind leader
as we turned to numbered stones

נושא ממש כואב לכתוב עליו..אבל לפעמים זה הדרך היחידה שיש לי להוציא את מה שאני חושב