The Trial
(The Big Lotto)

winning is surviving
losing is dying

i don't know how it's played
but i pass people in the street
talking to them about things
 - i don't know what about
watching white picket fences go by
i forget how long this goes on
but in the end
where it's big and black
there're dark figures around me
saying something
someone makes the verdict
i'm either in or out
i've never understood this

maybe it's the reason
i'm so insane today

running and running
from fears and misery
the beast that chases you
in your dreams
and at night
the beast is after you
it's right behind you
don't look or it will get you
swallow your breath
you find you can't see 
when you're looking at death
who offers you a hand ?
you realize
it's your mother's
and you look up and see her eyes
reassuring you you're okay
then she takes you by the neck
and you realize
it's your demise in disguise
you speak with no sound
and move without moving
running away without moving
never getting anywhere
freeze and watch time pass by
and then awaken to the sound of birds and happy sounds