The walk on the road
Takes him across twists and turns
I am not sure where it will lead him
But am not bothered for sure
The screams in his head
Makes him kill and burn
I am not sure if he is sane or insane
But am not bothered for sure
The wail of the child
Makes him stop and run
I am not sure if he is weak or strong
But am not bothered for sure
The blood on his hand
Shows him his pain and strain
I am not sure if he will live or die
But am not bothered for sure
The sorrow for the dead
Makes them howl and shed tears
I am not sure why does it matter
But am not bothered for sure
The blowing of the sirens
Make me go deaf and turn aside
I am not sure if am I empty or dead
But am not bothered for sure
Why should I bother?
Cause all it brings is trouble and pain
But my soul doesn’t listen
It shakes me, it snares me
I know I am bothered, but am too scared to say
-- Vinny, 15.03.2009