In imaginary Melbourne
Not even eight hours pass by
And bushfire season hits early October, running thru the population
The whole country set on fire, lights up hell with its burning light
An hallucination, a lack of evidence that brought on
AN ILLEGAL CONVICTION
A delerium, he said, she said, then the mob found me guilty
Throw away the key
The country who condemns without trial, is condemned, no democracy
A fictitious state of emergency
You loving me, and an oracle, mixed up in this mess
How do you do it G, appear to me like a goddess?
I follow your image thru the facade, leading me out of a blood frenzy
To find Love’s forgotten temple, with you there rest and blessed
But i must go back out, G, i’ll return to the War of Madness
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