We are ahead
Of all moderns
Been
pet
By all the dead
Trembling words
Through bleeding ropes
We ourselves
Stayed on the ground
Don't touch the sky Staying on the ground
Don't touch the sky Don't touch the ground
No land
There's no land
No ammunition You and me
We're just elves
Waiting to be honoured
On our last day
Hidden in the parlour
Staying on the ground Don't touch the sky
Staying on the ground Don't touch the sky
Don't touch the ground
No land
Then humans
No land
Had broken We remained unborn
We're just looking down words alone
To judge and
Gather together
In the parlor,
together
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