It is always like this...

There is noise
Noise above
Noise below

Ah! you are so repelled by its greedy cruel smell
But, you know, if you have the heart
You will still hear the laughter of the child

It was like this always
It was never a land of dreams
The magnificent leeches roamed always
The shivering child looked the pyramid with wide eyes
Helpless Fleshes were sold on the streets
The lamb waited for its mother
and God to drink its blood

It's not a wonder
We will be in blissful slumber, submerged in fire that burns life like coal
and happy like a monkey

And few, very few will stood alone
to fight fire and tide
to swim the river and climb the mountain