Sky above, ground below
Wheat bread neon light
I live here, fifth floor
I can't smile
And the TV is a revolver
And the neighbor is a cannibal like me
And there are so many people on the street
Disguising the bitterness
There are so many Mondays that Fridays
It's n forming unions
To turn to fortune
They sell you new gods
To find tenderness
There are those who send themselves a pill
This whole September
And this weeping smile
So much sky, so much light
Who watches me from there?
So many rivers, so much thirst
Such a rush to get there< br/>And Sunday football
And the coffee that opens eyes that do not see
And there is so much space in space
And there is so much doubt in schools
The mercenaries to the congress
And another strategist is ambushed
To turn to fortune
They sell you new gods
To find tenderness
There are those who send themselves a pill
This whole September
And this weeping smile
Heaven above, ground below
Neon light wheat bread