The Bendable

Let's go out with fire,
And hollowed eyes,
That say, "I love you,"
To those harlequin thoughts,
We've always felt,
Let's go destroy those ghastly structures,
They only brought us sickness,
They only stole our privacy,
They simply slaughtered us,

Without complaint, and sorrow,
And without corpses, our lives,
We sought our own world,
Which we love ever so abundantly,

Let us not complain any longer,
For we must prevail over these crafts,
Unholy people, unholy words,
Postludes with devilish concepts,
That corrupt the bendable,

Let's go out with fire,
And hollowed eyes,
That say, "I love you."