Tear the world into two halves, 
look up to the sky and peep outside, 
finding a way to stand in between 
heaven, hell and life.

Stand tall with a straight face,
Pretend to know what the world shall say, 
close your eyes and daydream, 
because sleeping is like a crumbled love letter in the dustbin.

The demons order and the angels call,
Out to crying souls, captured in dolls. With tiny hearts, to spread love, 
and imaginary brains, to rule the world.

Step back into your cradle, you have lived enough. 
Wrap up your limbs, you have done so much.
The world has answered, it’s time to be buried. 
Rub your eyes and look at the world, 
joining hands and gathering around, staring at your broken-aged soul.