there are captains in the sky directing traffic waiting for us

burn it. i sleep in a den of lions, their hearts keep me warm. for all things shiny in this world, its all a lie, its all fake. every reflection from the broken glass, reflects something harder. a more rough deffinition of a shadow creeping in the corner. what else is there to tell you? the dream you've been living doesnt mean anything anyway. tell me. do any flowers grow in your dream? any roses? guns and gunpowder grow in mine. they bloom from the ground in a stem sticking out of the ground. pointed right at the sun. which army should i build today? theres a war that must be won. and you can sleep flawless in your bed with your eyes closed, dreaming of stars and all things shiny tonight. our forrest will grow on bigger and further. i refuse to have anyone get near it long enough to burn it. and if the truth shows, i refuse to see it. i have the heart of the lion in me and i will stand on my own two feet. in strength and harmony. in love and anger. with the violence from all sides. attacking us, pinning us down. and once i am dead and put in this earth, i will be a seed for the earth to see. and i will bloom out of this ground. blossoming towards the sky. and i will point to the sun and ill say: "sun! souls arent born over night!" and ill walk with you Teacher in the kingdom of heaven and you will walk with me Teacher in the kingdom of heaven. but if there are blood in my vaines still, then there are mouths to feed.