What are you dreaming about?
Many nights are gone, and why are you sweating?
You're so confused about it,
what do you love?
Except for the most real ones.
What do you do when you no longer cry?
What do you do when you no longer laugh?
What do you believe in when the hours tear you apart?
Do you scream?
Do you scream?
Do you scream?
Everything is closed.
And short days,
thoughts go through the clearing.
A nice word to the wrong time loses it.
A quiet pain goes through the limbs.
The world is caught in the evening fever.
The night drowns the rope in the dark street.
What do you laugh at?
What do you laugh at?
We
are at the end of time.
We are at the end of time.
We are at the end of time.
We are at the end of time.
Of time.
You laugh.
You laugh.
Yes, you laugh.
Always.
At my night and your night and our night.
And everything is quickly created,
quickly created.
And for the night with the young,
the workers,
the work is done soon.
And nobody wants it to go like this.
Nobody wants it to go like this.
Yes, nobody wants it to go like this.
Yes, nobody wants it to go like this.
And yet it is too late.
What do you laugh at?
What do you laugh at?
What do you laugh at?
Clouds heavy firmament.
The time stands still, the sky burns.
The wounds must be healed quickly.
End
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