Times of innocence
of liquid ambivalence 
between male and female...
Who am I?
What I lost is a lie
that thrives the most?
In the garden of illusions
and deliberate confusions
Children of Chimera plan their last resistance
fight for existence
against cynical monsters,adult profanities
emerge from molested insanities
their submission to real has yet to come...
With wooden sticks and armored hearts
their call of battle against the zombie cattle
could fill the air with stench of mayhem
...
but who's that robot sorcerer on their side
who is that fiend with that satellite head
no rebel could defeat
with burning rays out of its mouth 
and bombards them with shiny mesmerizing thoughts
with intoxicating visual shots?
who's going to win the war
who's going to be the first to fall?
is that permission to the big seduction?
an introduction to  the oh-so desired collision?
well,I'll stay inside and watch it on my telly
with pop corn,junk food,fill my belly
no complications with my innocent life
the drug I needed to be my ideal wife...