All we are is dust in the wind

Shattered little pieces of shit in shitty gathered bones,
The world spins even more fast at every turn,
Politics, relationships, hand-to-hand poison seats
In tongues and minds blastering in colours of hidden colored clouds,
Vanity sins in a sinful way
Hammering scenes in my head every day.
Stupid is who stupid does,
Selfish bastards fighting to survive
With red an black flags on their hands,
Their mouths full, their hearts empty,
All these moments will be lost like tears in the rain.
The sharpest blade spills blood with a rhyme
Than solemn vows of nothing scattered in time
And through the years all must be seen
The changing people with common interest in between.
If I should die before I wake,
Pray no one my soul to take.

Yelling shouts against themselves,
Belting, buckling, tightening up a inch or two,
Punching nothing, asking who
Banging heads in a seat of a bus,
Thus,
Tears are flowing
Mind control,
Burn the ashes,
Ripping gold,
Ups and downs the way goes,
A train ramming in tracks swallows the crowd,
The crowd fears,
The crowd cheers,
The crowd masturbates
The crowd contemplates
Intellectuoises tortoises in
Mundus imundos with fungus among us

The ruin of man it is yet to be see,
When all is equal and every one is one and all,
The space of doubt will prevail,
As the tracks of murder form the trail,
And will be shown to whom it may care,
That the one will live and not the all
In very long spaces or houses small
Wishing Aufklärung, Sie sind,
All we are is dust in the wind.