The Paint The Silence testo

i'm sailing under the flag
of a strangled, mischieved banner.
they're pointing it with silly red snow,
not fresh, not white.
no, it falls!
dirty colours.
undiscovered by them, really.
weird.
they're dis-a-pointing,
with semantics, spoily, dirty colours
waving goodbye to the quiet beauty.
i see them paint the silence
and they are painting it with trash,
with trash and glue.
they even paint the silence.
lies, lies, lies
strangled!
heartless, pointless rulers.