Roll, you foolish beast
’cause dreams cloud your eyes
And tender desires leave your skin swollen
Now scream until your words burn
Now beg until the stars fall from the sky
Until memory is forgotten or transformed
And may your smile be a banner of hope.
Let the ashes of your violence fly high
Let the enemies of your ambition dig their graves
Let all the foundations fall
And the walls of your house fall down
And there, in the middle of nowhere
You will roll again, you foolish beast.