Ficciones Berretas

Mundane threshold sees the light, dressing sustenance
Loading our vital interior with crap
Corpses on screens, controlling the mind
Selling us the dominant waste

The funeral is approaching
Looking at others
Listen to yourself

Vanity, real captor of borrowed dreams
Illusory is the flow in empty hands
Under the Moon, the most sinister desires are kept
Awakening the Sun, the moving Sun

Values will awaken
If cheap fictions die
Dignity is reborn
If cheap fictions die

Values will awaken
If cheap fictions die