10 PIECES It's a falling shooting star, A phantom released in a secret face It has unlimited power We, poor people Journalists from other times With news and breath-taking Prolonged feelings From the programmed future Who are we? We, fragile and invading Always ready to go In ambiguity And hypocrisy Almost united, but We burn Outside and inside On fire Angels of fire In captivity We are paranoid It's a tower, the laureate Athenaeum of the universe Like a rear-guard of the Adri President of the converse We flee We, through the windows Of the fantasy Of the deities Inside the irony All alert, but See us, Amili and inexperienced We with open eyes For the darkness We, shipwrecked and pirates Dreaming, censored Without freedom We are paranoid We are paranoid We, shipwrecked and pirates Dreaming, censored Without freedom We are paranoid We are paranoid We are paranoid We are paranoid © transcript Emily Beynon