Through the sorrow of when years strip you off your shelter
Patients of my mental circus leak oil tears wrapped in metal
Oh these days when the titans could walk talk and play
Gone
Sorry for where they stay now there's no pretty house or a lawn
Popcorn
Only melts in this desired galaxy
And travling through time won't make these shoes get back to the streets
Only the wrong survive the strong get on their feet
But there's a glowing hologram instead
so get back to your knees
After it's all said and done it's best to say hello
Reacquaint again when the clock strikes one second away from 1983
1984
© Copyright: Гор Галактика, 2008
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