Dice Roll Funerals

Dice Roll Funerals A profane existence One life one heart - with so many promises He took it down with gun, at time once upon Feeling anger, all said has done A thorn in the flesh A public dismay Rise with the clashes and we feed them with humility The fear - the lies - with so mant funerals The force of law wait for the dice roll Sudden explosions driven by remote hand of threat Burning with hopes - no will to live and feel no hope Decaying begins above the master's head At the heads of big, with extreme thickness You think about social crisis Leading them like the mices Let shut the mouth of gossips Look at the eyes of the free man speaks...