Green paper and golden circles

Black liquids change our apperance
like a camelon on it’s walk
from non-shaped to fastend,
collourifyed or lemonised
black liquids

Into a machine, slowly undressed
first dime earned of its waste
later in the process
the owner builds a fortress
for him and his princess to live in

Black liquids runs around in different shapes
pouring out from our mother’s wound
Many holes, many goals
have been made

Green paper several owners
like a lost dog on the run
From free to tied up
they always caught up
unless you pay up

green paper, black suits
golden circles and black suits

You’re free, then you’re tied

allways trying to hide,

well you better run


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