Like Maggots on a Corpse

 See the empty space growin' in reality and in the underworld,

That terrible sore, or the bloodshot eyes are looking at you.

God’s blessing protect the innocents

He has no food, he does not know what he is doing. 

Like Maggots on a Corpse –

The crematorium is filled up with bodies, 

The night in the cemetery,

A foul odor next to the sewer, 

Unscrupulous people are giggling, 

Some people have megalomaniac towards themselves,

Wrongdoers are impugning, false propaganda of fake people.

Like inserting ‘sooth' into the illusion, 

Fuzzy like morning mist, dim as the eclipsing sun, 

Just a candle in a total darkness. 

Despite having eyes, you are running like ‘blind man’

Regardless we are losing ourselves 

Still tryin' not to stumble

Waiting for dawn with candle

I heard eavesdropping…

“Empire of the Sun”.