Convincing - Seeming

Desert grows

With hopes

Of kissing the

Jungle’s coolness

To breathe in

Through wet sand

But dead land’s where

All the vectors steer

Now the desert’s here

And she’s drowning in chaos

Drowning in chaos

Drowning in chaos

How strong the hangman’s hands become

With revolution’s swarming buzz

And as the fortress crumbles

He is all that upholds what there was

And without the black hood and the gallows

To pronounce his silent name

He’ll be reborn, another hangman for the new regime

What does the washed up actress turn to

When her lines are cutting room debris?

She charms a field commander

Steals the secret plots of World War three

And batting childish eyes

She’s feigning drunken sloppiness while

Giving green-light clearance to

The death machines in Washington D. C

And where do I go now that

Life has come tied me to the mast?

The sirens' voices calling

«Alex, can’t you hear us?

Don’t sail past this starving magic

Don’t pretend that you don’t care»

But I whisper

«Art is less than life itself»

I’m really quite convincing

I’m really quite convincing

Convincing