Disarmonia Mundi

if the shelter comes from
your home sweet home
check the switch and if the light is on
the new prophet sings
the death of a modern era
a presenter proud of its midlevel-zero
you can think it's all a joke or the search
for new audience
macabre thoughts for a night
without star fence
flows out the power,
mind sets you are dead
through vapours you hear
the right vision comes back
paralize your future secret plan
and your ideal of wondering of everything
finalize, close your hands
and try to hold inside
at least a little bit of sand