the sound of a thousand voices
expanses of twisted faces
all of them giving us a dirty look
we could split the few things we stolen
check how our feet have swollen
or guess why our backs became so crooked
we're made of a cloth that's shrinking
driving a car that's sinking
into the mud of this forgotten land
we'll share our broken senses
twist all their static glances
and at the end we'll turn our backs on them
imagine a ground that's moving
changing the path we're choosing
making our little life a goddamn fog
all of a sudden, breathless
the people around are now shapeless
they're giving a new name to the things we got
let us come back together
swim in the dirt forever
giving a smile to them
while they're clapping their fucking hands
and we'll keep walking downward spirals
keep running our speed trials
into the mud of this forgotten land

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