Testo The Paint The Silence

i'm sailing under the flag of a strangled, mischieved banner. they're pointing it with silly red snow, not fresh, not white. no, it falls! dirty colours. undiscovered by them, really. weird. they're dis-a-pointing, with semantics, spoily, dirty colours waving goodbye to the quiet beauty. i see them paint the silence and they are painting it with trash, with trash and glue. they even paint the silence. lies, lies, lies strangled! heartless, pointless rulers.