"Maul Toreador"
I feel disturbed by ignorance and
the fools that come with it
I chew on the dark feeding of despair
can you meet my eyes when I'm
walking the north forthcoming the truth
waking the pleasure and let steel all acknowledgement
can you hear my ignorance
and not be torn between wonder nor prestation
and not grow wise in strenght nor be wakened by future
can you
do you
does it feel like I've been here before;
then be rid of your truth or think of better days