I.P.O.S.T.E.L

Broken faces dreaming of roses that never bloom
Bomb letters explode so deafening, dreaming of power, power
Power power power power

Our art, our weapon
Forget everything you learned and learn it all again
To forget once more

Admire the reverse of your pupils like curtains to the sun
Open your eyes and look at the barrel

Let me enlighten you on the subject
Honey, the rifle is waiting for us
25 steps before we die
I don’t blame you, ignorant