Futility Report - White Ward

Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the stars

Lightens up the countless rooftops with a tender golden light

Under roofs beloved nooses hug the necks now and again

Guard the wrinkled mental health against reality

Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls

Trying to comprehend why they still belong to this world

Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls

Trying to comprehend why they still belong here

Roadways reek of the madness

Noone walks plague-stricken streets

Only lanterns patrolling

Beacons for the restless souls

Drowned men stay in the row

At deserted silent piers

Follow dying old man with their eyes

Full of salty tears

Massive cross of intellect

On the back of mental patient

Presses me into the ground

Shedding pain and desolation

All the efforts are futile

All the attempts are condemned to failure

Heavy rain through all the life

Deafens incoherent prayers

All the efforts are futile

All the attempts are condemned to failure

In the mad world where God

Has become the first self-killer

All the efforts are futile