Cebras

You pushed me
I opened the door to hell
I was guilty
Your control was deadly
And now I'm changing
Sometimes I wish I were God
Sad masks
A situation of great puppetry

I don't know if I can
Keep pretending to be brave
Holy lives
As an example of pain
Stormy peaks
Winds that come and go
Hundreds of zebras
Searching for their death in the sea