Blue ribbons jumping on the ice,
The silent coffin groaning twice.
This store has customers galore,
The weathered threshold tells the lore.
Dim light flickers by the TV screen,
Many figures sway, in between.
This room's not what the ad displays,
The car ride leads to end of days.
Hush, not a word,
Your imagination's blurred.
The voice you hear is so profound,
Under robes they cower like a hound.
Who dares to judge the emperor's gown?
No one can make a sound.
Outside, the willow fluff takes flight,
Someone paints spring in colors bright.
It's just the winter's crimes in light,
The melting snow reveals the sight.
Inside, the charcoal fire still glows,
The old man tells the winter goes.
The heavy sweat, it drinks the air,
Yet no one cracks a window there.
Hush, not a peep,
Your energy's asleep.
The voice you hear is so profound,
Under robes they cower like a hound.
Who dares to judge the emperor's gown?
No one can make a sound.
I hear the videotape shriek, insane,
Who's covering the truth, causing all this pain?
Lower your head, a lamb to the slaughter,
The sickle won't care how strong you are or falter.
"This field is vast, a boundless sprawl,
You don't know the sky at all."
Beautiful ladies, handsome boys so fair,
Still stuck inside this iron square.
Hush, don't you say,
Hush, all's okay,
Hush, I'm on my way,
Hush, wake up safe today.