Broken cups and broken plates
Heavy down like heavy dreams
Pretty lovers are the slaves
Children songs are always screams
Nice pictures, lying smiles
Cover floor and cracked mirrors
The lie that lined for miles
People are their own heroes
And I'll paint your walls in white-black
Like a piano and a city
And I'll paint your walls in white-black
Just imagine such a scene
Blacked out crazed minds
Suicides and genocides
Awful murders and desires
Making zombies are normal
Only hopes are paid for money
Supplications of the people
Growing battle of the starlights
Only battle for the power
And I'll paint your walls in white-black
Like a piano and a city
And I'll paint your walls in white-black
Just imagine such a scene
Broken cups and broken plates
Heavy dawn like heavy dreams
Pretty lovers are the slaves
Children songs are always screams
09. 11. 2010
© Copyright: Настя Казанова, 2016
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