Trash Machines & Wasted Ink

Wasted ink and trash machines
Purple waves and Aryan gods
Endless tales and summer nights
Your blood is made of stars
Wasted ink and trash machines
Tell me, how have you been?
We will meet across a dream
And dance with the Cherubim
Freedom fighters, blue light
For the world, what a delight
Take your pill you’ll be alright
The barking dog does not bite
Are you ready to be born?
More than twice, more than thrice
A simple sorry will suffice
Come on, throw again your dice
To the Writer that can be free
Will you save a spot for me?
Kinder days are to come
In all you do, it’s no good to run
Wasted ink and trash machines
Beasts of old and fields of green
In the end who will win?
Say hello to my dead twin.
Wasted ink and trash machines
Anger waves and peace of mind
Slowly healed and eaten by time
Next, what will you find?
Four bright lads from Liverpool
And a melody in my heart
Sweet the voices of the dead
Sweeter those that come back
And the figures in your head
Messages from a distant land
Mighty dunes of golden sand
Here comes a blessed hand
To the Writer that can be free
Will you save a spot for me?
Kinder days are to come
In all you do, it’s no good to run
Recommended song: Across the Universe by the Beatles
Hadn’t written one of these in a long time (きしかいせい), not perfect, but nonetheless a good lesson to accept the imperfect :)