Panis Et Circenses

I wanted to sing
My song illuminated by the Sun
I released the cloths on the masts in the air
I released the tigers and lions in the backyards
But the people in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying

I had made
Of pure luminous steel, a dagger
To kill my love and I killed
At five o'clock on Central Avenue
But the people in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying

I had planted
Dream leaves in the solar garden
The leaves know how to search for the Sun
And the roots search, search

But the people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
Are the people in the dining room
But the people in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying

These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room

These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room

These people in the dining room
These people in the dining room