you say you feel lost in the middle of a crowd   but safe with Jim in the desert   you want to break your shame and shout it loud   that you quit a city so grey   and a life so blurred      because your doors of perception were locked   when deamons turned politic in churches   when money turned angels into whores   when witchcraft became a true science      so if the lines in your hand   are too short   you'd better start running out of here   hunting down your freedom   with a suitcase nuke   bought in a shopping mall      yea i sea the world in a tragic way   i think it turned from Blake to black   the Flames of Hell didn't come at all   but a joke-war is almost better isn't it?      but if we stay emotionless    and leave everything of the outside world   and survive with our only thoughts in mind   and hands in our pockets      it gives one more chance    to the self-made kings   to rule over cartoon-slaves   handing up their souls   on a golden plate      like a hundred wolves around the trembling sheep