All the very normal people

Being over-baked in this tiny-isolated-country house

inebriated by the bitter-sweet smell of this decadent-sticky wisteria

taping nonsensical

lunatics favorite food

take a full moon, a cat, and nasty-stinky-annoying dog

in the dark-obsolete-background scenery there is a frog

oh…

Being inspired in this humid-Sabbath-summer night

we can choose to write or die

cried it out loud from our chest

all the rotten trash

get a fresh

hit of air

purify ourselves

All the very normal people

trapped in this very normal world

living circle after circle

running after a good purpose

running after all their dreams

all those once their are gonna miss

leave a body take another

and rebuilt your own mistakes

don’t trow it in the towel, not this time!

there is another boxer ready to fight

another life is waiting to be lived

All the very normal people

stick to the plan

mix with the jam

don’t question the game

look up and pray

until the remain

Level by level going nowhere

there’s no prize- left to be won

put yourself together

do your own shit

once time is over

you won’t have it back

as a snake that bites its own tale

your are gonna be trapped again

no mystic conjectures, no philosophy

simple empathy

you might disagree, but you won’t escape it

All the very normal people

stick to the plan

mix with the jam

don’t question the game

look up and pray

until the remain

All the very normal people

tie their ties

believe these lies

follow the instructions

fit the corruption

don’t question the rules

they nod their head like fools

they pick up a role

and go with the flow

being unaware is plastic happiness

the unreliable senseless of this evanescent concreteness

All the very normal people

stick to the plan

mix with the jam

don’t question the game

look up and pray

until the remain

Please do not escape this little-pretty-gummy paradise

cuz when you realize

this is all a lie

is there- when you really die

cursed- with a doomed soul

incapable of finding your role

too disconnected to fit in,

over-rooted to fly away

you can chose to run or stay

try to make your own way among the many

in this altered projection of your fooled mind

in this holographic universe

find your awareness, find yourself…

All the very normal people

are statues and sculptures

bodies and corpses

untangle your nodes

twist your tongue mix the words

your voice comes in a dull roar

which will never be heard

what are a billion ears for?

If you don’t get to be understood

What are a million brains for?

If they cannot comprehend this monologue…