by Dominika Poniewierska
shoot down all the devils
this is the last chance, Hobo,
to break the ice within.
you know, Hobo,
you can`t kill them all, it`s impossible.
soon you will rest, Hobo,
but firstly you must clean.
I`m scared, Hobo,
your one man war, that should not be.
but the justice, Hobo,
it`s a platitude, good for a weak.
under the ice, Hobo,
under the ice we are so helpless.
under the ice,Hobo,
no-one is listening when you scream.
so long, Hobo,
are you happy now? you spread your wings?
or you standing, Hobo,
still you standing on the street?