Shriveled hands Drenched in grime Deep-rooted aversion Entwined in mind Infested ideas to be unified It is time to deliver The stillborn fruits Of our despair Every step I take On this land I'm a stranger there I consents to the death Don't you like this place? States are full of lies Prison of humanity Torture of our minds Lye of truth Eats through the soil What they convinced Long ago Hidden for years To get a form In Shapeless womb Of the Universe