War

I'm going into this world,

I'm walking on the pain,

I'm going into this old black dream; all the things and all the thoughts, everything is pressing in my head and

I'm dreaming a new world without the war...

I'm going into this world,

I'm walking on the blood,

I'm going into this old black dream; all the time and all the space, everything is pressing in my head and

I'm dreaming a new world without the war...

WAR AND DE

ATH, WAR A

ND DEATH,

AND OUR DR

EAMS ARE P

APER-SHEET

S, ...AND

OUR DREAMS

ARE DREAMS.

The Big Man now is here, and you are very good, but your face is a fat dust-pan; powerful man, oh powerful man, maybe

I am an old child, because

I need my rainbow and my sky!