Blood Stain

We were travelling silently

Noisy was my mind

Outside

The jail, after so long

Finally my chance

Was shown

They are using me

And I’ll use them

We have the same

Bad blood stain

We are travelling in a wild street and there’s no one around outside …

I’m chained but my mind is running fast and free …

I know they will light my all, making me do things I was …

Is that my chance

Is that my face

I’m ready to fight

To take this flight

Then the van stopped …

We were travelling so fast and when it stopped I thought it would just

get back to my cell

where I used to sell

my freedom but it wasn’t

so there wasn’t

people around…

where we stopped no sound…