Walk, walk, walk...
Stop!
Change the pace.
Moonwalk\'s in,
Moonrocks-out.
Moon-flavoured pills are the highest price for the initial trip,
To the square waves trapped inside the last
Unflattering rain of steel, drilling holes so unfelt,
That need a new set of knives to make them deeper,
To drain them of the pain they have behind,
Inside, in their every brick.
Fellows, have
Better than...
Better than...
Better than...
Smoky refrain, under skies, giving birth to the thunder,
Hitting glass eardrums, drained,
shrunken, unable to break;
So old, it has no living
After the rain, the sun is not forced to appear
At the push of the wrong button hidden under the clouds.
Clapping your hands at the white wall-
Inner mind that revolves around nothing,
Reversing
Let\'s decipher winter in the
Cluttered snow, so dark, so deep,
Sibling of the earth we\'re made of,
Weight of flight added to it.
Let\'s play with a weightless Santa,
In shiny cardboard
Ready-made girls, submitting to holders of fans made of green bills,
You all need that air resembling the one contained by printing shops,
The only place you come into contact with that liquid
Add a wall, in its might, before it starts begging to collide
With another one, till they both become one shapeless mass of sand,
For the use of retired hourglasses, the ones you hang upside
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