All has been changed.
Flowers grew in my basement.
Butterflies misted into a glass inside an unnatural icy climate.
My heart dumped its beat and embraced the separation.
Honey, there are no miracles on earth, just solid discipline, and complete devotion.
All has been changed.
The priest has lost his wager with the devil.
And my mother went to slavery land, seeking freedom for my soul.
All has been changed.
We are stains searching for skin, bright skin, we are a parasite, we are a curse.
We sustain insanity's rivers running loose.
They don't trust us, wait, soon we will overcome the world.