War
I'm going into this world,
I'm walking on the pain,
I'm going into this old black dream;
All the things and all the thoughts,
Everything is pressing in my head
And i'm dreaming a new world
Without the war...
I'm going into this world,
I'm walking on the blood,
I'm going into this old black dream;
All the time and all the space,
Everything is pressing in my head
And i'm dreaming a new world
Without the war...
War and death,
War and death,
And our dreams are paper-sheets,
...and our dreams are dreams.
The big man now is here,
And you are very good,
But your face is a fat dust-pan;
Powerful man, oh powerful man,
Maybe i am an old child,
Because i need my rainbow and my sky!
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