Give me some reason,
To believe that we are in a prison,
Prison, I tell you.
We want to celebrate, today I was born,
It’s my birthday,
Bring the cake, yeah, the brown,
Chocolate dust, the desert with silent candles.
So I light it with my fire,
My fire, I am the fire,
To one more year of struggle,
To slaying the unwanted thoughts,
Death by a thousand knives to myself.
So I live, I breathe the atmosphere in my lungs,
I am the helium balloon, high above.
May this life return to me forever,
I willed it,
With my Christ and Ravana,
I nailed it.
To the cross!