Invest in man-killing voices

Spreading legs in legal houses

Are we godsend are we colours

For your paint on holy jargons

Grandiose, in your micro bones

Pouring gold, that's just your divine pose

You and I, we're never tardigrades

Soldier boys, you're forged

Can I breathe on your departure

And my friend you are remembered

We are politicians' canvas

We're the counter we're the shield while they all bathe in gold

Grandiose, in their micro bones

Pouring gold, that's just their divine pose

They and us, the owners and the clowns

Soldier boys, you're forged

Azrael, are you asleep today?

Cosmonauts, how do we look from up there?

Anecdotes, we kill then we forget,

All the jokes, at once