I've seen the skies crack open
Seen it's blood falling on my face
Blurring the contours, blurring the faith
That I have kept to save myself
It all leaks down my stare
I'm counting the drops, counting the pains
And a tired breath filled with rage
Exhausts the last bit of my soul
The lack of conscience redemptions these days
'Cause I don't seem to know where sanity awaits
Although the scenery is running out of color
I seem to find the stripes to paint a life
A life in black and white
A life in contrast
An empty picture
Of colorful memories
Why are you talking like that? It's creepy when it's coming from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'cause you're a Jew [3