Closing the door feeding on fear
The valley waits for the great wave
Each one remakes his own makeup
And does the bardomirche
The fruits are raw,
the weeds are shy So we are looking for the breeze
And waiting for the manless fall His finger on the bottom
Can't you see my eyes?
The stone of sharp lies I'll eat where you die
What will become of hope?
To give in is gutlessness, we hear
The grey faces have gone blind
The cars so sparkly on leaves Can't you see my eyes
The summer shark flies I hate it when you die
Can't you see my eyes The summer shark flies
I hate it when you die
Closing the door, feeding on fear
Dividing ways for the glitched way
Each one we make is our mecca
And that's the bug domination
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