Among the same streets of empty forgotten towns
I wonder in crowds running flow.
Some passes by, some through my grounds,
Not touching, not crashing -
The Eye of Heaven is not so low.

Life is so funky in Death we don't trust,
And I need no doors, no thick stupid walls,
I just wanna believe that we'll be since we must
The ghosts for the others. Alive in our souls.

On the crossroads of Perfect Eternity
We will hold each other in dust and noise.
Safe, no one will harm an immunity
The crowds of poor people are killed… That was our choice.

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