“See these wild looking bats, how their dream world was smashed.
They saw heavens through glass, they died trying and crashed.”

You say: “Survival of the fittest.”
But if that really could be so,
No small child became a full grown human,
No new born baby would ever grow.

You say: “Beauty is only skin deep.”
But if that really should be so,
They would rip of your thin layer,
And they’d take it off before you know.

Windows, windows crashing, windows crashing Bats.
Windows, windows crashing, windows crashing Bats.

You say: “First ones will be last.”
But if that really would be so,
There could never be a winner,
No number one came up to show.

Windows, windows crashing, copy, paste, cut, delete….

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