Stuffing the pillow in the backyard
His angry eyes are ready to collapse
No one in the world is talking now
The absolute silence of the apocalipse
His angry eyes are ready to collapse
No one in the world is talking now
The absolute silence of the apocalipse
It's coming
It's coming
Yells the crazy tramp
Again, again
The same mistake
The same people to blame
Same subjects, same stuff to complain
Everybody needs relief and salvation
Get your pass to hell, says the old priest
Coming back to the day they're born
Turning back their eyes to a unbelievable choir
What's up, kid?
It's harder than you thought?
Or just easier than it ought?
Again, again
The same mistake
The same people to blame
Same subjects, same stuff to complain
Scream
Kick and gloat
But recognize
Deal with it
We all gonna die
And the rest is just a waste of time
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