Dark moon falls near the alley
Keys locked in the door
House burning floor
Dirty flirty shoes on the move
Light a cigarette, smoke dries
Our superstitious lungs
Cure our little stupid wounds
Kisses to the air
Are we breathing inside our own lair?
Oxygen is a birth disease
Poison gas from a leak
Why do the humans live
Inside the beautiful Earth
Shouldn't they all die before dirt
Nature is a new born work
From a tiny creepy shell
We're the new wave hell
Burn all the fire
Dry all the water
There is no sense in dying
Unless your life is based on
Lying
23-06-2012
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