Gitanjali - Cynic

The lightning splits the ice

Thunder twice

Swallowed by rain

When black floods

Slit the hills

A turnpike filled

I am a weed by the wall

Gitanjali, keep swimming

The aching void in me

Sings softly

I fear no one

A cold hand at my door

The sinking floor

I am a soul on the run

Gitanjali, keep swimming

Goodbye to all of you

It’s useless to refuse the muse

Let’s carry on for future generations gone

Gitanjali, keep swimming

Goodbye to all of you

It’s useless to refuse the muse

Let’s tie one on to future generations gone

And between living and dying

There’s a third thing, yes

The victorious has left the room

Gitanjali, keep swimming