So I don't care mother nature
How you say it I am a failure
My body belongs to chemicals
We should have died before the falls
Can't you see all that many ghosts
All who are not to feel the frosts
Anymore cause we are living dead
Hanging on stars shooting our heads
How does it feel to wander nights
On a fake war to turn the lights
Why did they even let us grow
Forgetting tale and tide and flow
We wish that we could drink the blood
The pigs we eat are feed on mud
City shuts up until it burns
Trow stones on it and twist and turn
We own something we are so weak
Filled with the gall they made us speak
We're all alone inside our boxes
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| Caravaggio : Maddelena Estasi |
To get to sleep pretend we're corpses
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