Writing on the wall
Gather around me
Oh mourners of dead cows
Embodiments of hellish air
And so many more
Hear the warning of this man
Old and antique by current standards
But still alive with open eyes
As you close yours amongst the flock
You brand yourself in ancient symbols
Worshiping gods long gone
From those that fight for victory
Or worship the sun, the earth or the sea
I do not mind that you do it
But that you do it without care
And lose yourself in the process
Exchanging life for little things
Life is made of time
And time wasted to make money
That you use to dress yourself
In so many pretty things
The sacrifice that you offer
To become what you are not
Is not wasted, be sure of that
As it is from belief that they live
You make magic from the words
That you use to brand yourself
A bike to become a biker
A pig, a dog and so many more
But that magic has a price
That is not to be discarded
It is not just what is on the tag
That you pay at the checkout
You lose yourself and your identity
Without even knowing why
That you cling yourself to that shape
Color, smell, texture or taste
The more you give, the more they live
Until they rule over your life
On temples of images and sounds
Made by their most faithful devotees
You may ride the wave like all the rest
But open your eyes as you do
As it can grow beyond control
And damn yourself for ever more
Live free or in chains
Who am I to disagree
I also chain body and soul
But only bind those that are free
Do you prefer to tie yourself
To someone live and with purpose
Or lose purpose on things to be
That is what I want to see
So don’t play dumb as you have been warned
Of what will come to be
I am not here to make your choices
I am here to set you free
