Monkey On My Back - Zapruder

And now I feel free to be despotic

Our dreams making one with the impossible

Reality trapped in the whirlwind of memories

Nothing left to bet but our lives

In the glimpse of the ecstasy

By poisonous madness offered

We are not guests at our own life’s feast

So we create the power of victory

Light in our eyes as

Blinding as a marble sun

Luminescent as an obsidian sun

And the hours go by like winter anxiety

Overcoming pompousness

Playing with a toy-world

We are laughing children

We have imaginary friends

Deep in our hearts

Lies the pure madness of the deserter

And now I burn my eyes against the vastness of possibility

I’m the new king of an island…