This life, this world squeezes us dry
Leaving just enough to get by
This mind, this sore tears us apart
Just enough for us to take part
These men, this crowd offers a bet
Just to fill with doubt our head
This earth, these soils stagger and hurt
Just to put us six feet down in the dirt
This mode, this law polluting our heart
Is it the only way to get smart?
My words, my soul, oh, what a mess
I will keep'em hidden unless
I will keep'em waiting, fading, falling apart
Just a robo with a hole for the heart
I will keep'em hidden so what remains
Another job for wonders of saints
Just enough to get by
© Copyright: Александр Крыло, 2024
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