The eighth day God after so much work
to release tensions after revising
he said everything's fine and it's time to rest
and he left for a walk in given space

who could have imagined that the same God upon returning
would find everything in a hellish disorder
and that he would become one more unemployed
of the rate that is annually growing without stopping

Since then there is those who has seen him
Alone in the streets walking by
waiting patiently for someone
one who's calm
and can converse

In the meantime this world rotates and rotates
With out no one being able to stop it
and here below some manage us as like chess pieces
I'm not the type of idiot
that could be convince, but I say the truth
and even a blind man can see it

if of a lack of occupation
or excessive solitude
God didn't resist anymore
and would leave to another place
it would be our perdition
there would be not other remedy then
To adore Michael Jackson
Bill Clinton or Tarzan

it's more difficult to be a king without a crown
then a more normal person
poor God doesn't appear in the magazines
he's not a model nor an artist nor of royal family

In the meantime this world rotates and rotates
With out no one being able to stop it
and here below some manage us as like chess pieces
I'm not the type of idiot
that could be convince, but I say the truth
and even a blind man can see it