In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they're led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents
The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake
First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace
Program devised by men who couldn't know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall
Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir
Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath
Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth
The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech
The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don't want to be freed."
The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you."
Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
