There was always this premonition.
When the time came, it was already too late.
Everything becomes dark. In the middle of an old action film.
And what else can he do but look at the wall
And count the minutes that go by like days
It's not the ravages of time that bites through the bars
You won't get very far without help
And we're counting the hours until the revolution
Finally clear the way, the next ones are already waiting
How long does it take to tear you apart?
Hours, days, weeks or years
And what comes next? 180°?
The answer is yours.
And what else can he do but look at the wall
Nothing stays forever. Nothing stays forever.

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