Anxiety, prosperity
Will to live, deathwish
Two great wars, a third to come,
Grain of sand, speck of dust...
Oh, Saiph, sometimes I wonder
how many names you have? and you little man
how were you fooled with your little plans?
How many eyes have seen you
since the first times?
Oh, Saiph! Sometimes I wonder...
You sat on that hill
Watching the bombs fall
You painting the streets with your blood
Nobody cares until it’s too late
Why are you wasting your gifts?