To the dark side of the moon
and the things hidden
behind the glam and glitz
or our proper art eye’s
its paparazzi
putting images
flashes
lacking brilliance
the bohemian era is dead
the punks died
of heroin overdoses
all the anarchist
are teachers
being payed by taxes
walking small
in the land of
hypocrisy
its all lost in a word
and a world
so lost and alone
we make hearth and home
making landmarks
of nothingness
hope [...]