But the wall wasn't there It never been there
It was a moral concept, just like a mirage

The posters warn that the readjustment began last night
Next to the parade place, hundreds of hard
Workers dance on a viaduct
The loudspeakers play
Readjustment songs to exalt the spirit of the fighters
The dance blocks up the traffic
The trucks that try to get through are plundered
Police come beating them up

Fireworks burst uninterruptedly
Powder rises among thee sweat of the crowd
All the air screams the claim of war and licentiousness
A band goes leading the way, a fat travesty with razor
Scars passes in an open car
Two snakes around his neck, the head of one of them being swallowed
The drunk people follow in procession like everything else
Were useless living like the last of their days

IAN starts running in the battle square
The guards laugh at the show almost over
What's left is the smell of blood and urine

How to recognize someone among ruined flesh?

The tourists dance excited exorcising for love later,
And take a chance to shoot the dying and see how they
Have fun, drink and admire from near the bloody skulls
Mothers with sleeping children in the laps
Talk about what to do tomorrow
Children running on the remains, the posters sweep the splinters
The firemen wet the corpses
The urban trash company takes the remains away

Bodies are gathered, at last they understand one another united in eternity
All the gangs, enemies, lovers, parents, children, abortions
Now they're all dead, from now to five minutes they'll be out of date

History Starts to Take a Route

IAN locks himself in his room and just waits, nobody in his home
Two other people walk to IAN's house
They're two drop outs
They had given up surrendering
They hope that IAN would come to take them
They break into the door, floor is all vomited IAN's body's in
Fetal position, the two still tried to cheer him up but they ran away
Scared leaving IAN and a dream behind

Fireworks explode in the air party is over another one's just begun
People celebrate victory of the opposition's candidate
Salute to hierarchic democracy
Nothing looks more like an old rule than a new rule

History starts to take a route

Everything can happen again another way another time mankind
Lives in circles that never meet

[IAN:]

"I'm me I'm one I'm everybody I'm what I've always been
Things are changing all around me there's a reality
Inside me and I'm on it the light no longer transmits me anguish I know the dreams
Will leave beyond us A new beginning of life where I ended up"

Hours later the state doctors came to exhume the body they found
Sings of death by suicide and an unknown name in death certificate
People start talking about a martyr thinking about whatever hope
They might have

History starts to take a route