War

	I'm going into this world,
	I'm walking on the pain,
	I'm going into this old black dream; all the things and all the thoughts, everything is pressing in my head and
	I'm dreaming a new world without the war...
	I'm going into this world,
	I'm walking on the blood,
	I'm going into this old black dream; all the time and all the space, everything is pressing in my head and
	I'm dreaming a new world without the war...
	WAR AND DE
	ATH, WAR A
	ND DEATH,
	AND OUR DR
	EAMS ARE P
	APER-SHEET
	S, ...AND
	OUR DREAMS
	ARE DREAMS.
	The Big Man now is here, and you are very good, but your face is a fat dust-pan; powerful man, oh powerful man, maybe
	I am an old child, because
	I need my rainbow and my sky!