Umana - Novembre

There’s something in the fringes of your mind

That keeps you up all night

The spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your Head

«You're out of your mind»

It says the higher mouth

As in this sorry nation

Two & two results in shame

It says the higher mouth

I’ve tried to confide in someone

Find shelter from decay

My hand leaned on someone’s

To feel the acid in the taste

I’m not afraid

And I’m not humane

Our souls float unaware of the Scale

The awakening

The fear is whole consuming us

through the Crisis.

«the Crisis is a crisis in consciousness

a Crisis that cannot anymore accept the old norms

Man is still as he was: brutal, violent, aggressive

And he has built a society along those lines.»

«the Crisis is a crisis in consciousness»