Fields of Balenciaga

I

Marvelous nothing
And yet knocking on the door
Delivering bills and singing nevermore

I missed you though
You said you'd love me Gaga

But I'm here all alone

Lacking poetry, losing grace and counting money

On the Fields of Balenciaga

The funny thing there is

It's the thing that there's not

Insert the dot
And get yourself another knot
And a con to cut you in one, two...

It's not just about the know-how of selling cases
It's about the web that connects

All the points cut from time and space

Into the new digital race

So a new Humanity can take shape
Infinity - Eternity - Universe

And an Ad to Dance a Chance in the Smiling Abyss
- It's the Fields of Balenciaga Baby!

Dance on!

Those who didn't dance
Couldn't listen the song

Why are you wasting hope in a waiting for mode like this?

Listen then dance

Dance so you can become as One

Ok... Dancing poetry and phylosophy of joking aside...
Those who can understand please uncrypt the words of the drunk
And give us prophecy and revelation

Because there are more signs of time than time and that's the sign of times

I mean... Whatever whatever can mean nowadays

Cause now a day

Has to decode the meaning

In order to open us the door

To eletric sunlight and conversation

That doesn't rhyme with nations talking nukes and selling a new robotic sensation

To improve the mood of androids looking forward to buy
Another updated gadget to the sense of life
That's passing by

Whatever...

"It's just a way of numbers and words

To knock on the door"

Sticks and stones

Iphones and Balenciaga

II

The world is a runway

The latest fashion defines the new world order

World Old Problems require New Clothing Solutions

I know what I wear

I know what I am

It doesn't matter how it started

But how it's gonna end

And tonight 

We're all celebrating in Balenciaga

III

Real Estate Bunkers

Last Western Civilization Executives

Fashion Militias

The Last Peace

And the Last War

All well dressed

in Balenciaga