I was walking down the street
In brown snow
Lit by the moon
People are all the same
The planet is one ball
A rabbit spit in the sky
I'm crossing an alley
Life is hanging by a thread
Life is hanging by a thread
While the plane Grilled soul
We are expanding the cemetery
One day I will leave my place
I could have chosen to have my helmet full
The message will have It's a beast
And it will have remained dark
Even if we keep hope
In the middle of war or in disaster ©sert
The worms are waiting for us
To eat our flesh

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