I wanna dance til the dawn of a new day, just like a rat on the cradle of a new city.
And get the appetite of a bulimic bear facing the promise of a close famine. 
Broken wooden horses for only ride and a million of chances to take.
My tangible fears sleeping on my knees til this journey does end.
Too tired of making war.
Too realistic for peace.
A “never again, never again!” to the beasts leading me to my defeat.
Some of you would say I’m a coward, sneaking away from down-to-earth matters.
Run coward run.
Don’t tell me what to do.
Run faster run.
If only I could break down the system