I?ll be the last to be there
I?ll raise a feeling
Hard like love
Brief like a carnival
I?m not insane no
I?m just a criminal

I?ve just poetized my crimes
I?ve done it but I don?t know why
I?ve been managed by the sin

Virtual freedom
It seems to be a game
I cannot feel
Voices hover on the air
Over my mind
It?s almost a drawl
It brings me joy

I?m a faulty man
Looking for victims
I stare at them till I hear ?kirries? call
I?m not insane, no
I love the children