Thirteen Dead Reindeer

Thirteen dead reindeer
Lying dead on the snow
As the silver coach passes
There’s rain down below
Someone dies in the desert
Someone cries on the street
While my keyboard light flashes
With a text and a tweet
My night turns to day
And my day turns to night
It’s all superstition
Ritual and spark
The colour of my skin can’t hide
All the scars
My blood runs in rainbows
Mixed with tears and sweat
Caused by the promise that this world never met
Is there a hope for the hopeless?
Is there a prayer for the damned?
A light in the darkness
You can switch on and off
Or just a belief that a day will soon come?
Or at least a few seconds
When the pressure will stop, stop, stop, stop
It’s all superstition
Ritual and spark
The colour of my skin can’t hide
All the scars
My blood runs in rainbows
Mixed with tears and sweat
Caused by the promise that this world never met
My shoes have carried me
To a place unrecognised
Not by the guard who created
This unholy mess
It’s all superstition
Ritual and spark
The colour of my skin can’t hide
All the scars
My blood runs in rainbows
Mixed with tears and sweat
Caused by the promise that this world never met
I’ll be able to stand up
On my own two feet
In the clear waters breathing air that is clean
Without all the filters that dumb down and blind
My eyes through the reality that you accustom to see
Thirteen dead reindeer
Thirteen dead reindeer
Thirteen dead reindeer