I wanna dance til the dawn of a new day, just like a rat 
on the cradle of a new city. And get the appetite of a 
bulimic bear facing the promise of a close famine. Broken 
wooden horses for ride and a million of chances to take. 
My tangible fears sleeping on my knees til this journey 
does end. Too tired of making war. Too realistic for 
peace. A “never again, never again!” to the beasts 
leading me to my defeat. Some of you would say I’m a 
coward, sneaking away from down-to-earth matters. Rum 
coward run. Don’t tell me what to do. Run faster run. If 
only I could break down the system