smoke of eden
by pierre paul cere
On the beach of laziness
On the highway of stress
On a return of hazard
The city send a smoke of eden
Many dead and many new born
A lot of hope and promise lies
In a escapade of one night
Death is like a blade cutting life apart
Or languidly dying in love
Pain is unthinkable
Ghosts hanting old houses
Many souls on the run of the migthy night
While richs are taking it easy
Poors working without end
In demolition and construction
Then dying make's no difference