I have a one way ticket to return me on my feet
I wait nails to come with open palms
I have wounded soul keeping together with net of string
I have permission to love blindly to move into fornication
I have my faith in hunger even in middle of obese crowd
I celebrated the freedom of chains of slaves
I have sown fields withpiles of stones
I animated the road under the sledge runners
I shroud, hidden from the world
I harbinger plague while feasting scraps
I shake elderlys hands last
I'm dying of snow intercourse thats tormenting me
I have a one way ticket to return me on my feet
