The promise was a word – the word was fine
Fine became a line – too fine to take it easy
Easy was food – food was warm
Warm became a weapon behind a locked door – with the cold turned on
Then the word was a lie
Turned Yellow – Fell down – Turned brown – Turned black – Black became a place nobody want to go
They carried a star
Star was gold – pickled in a jar
Jar became a grave
Grave turned cold – with the heat turned on – they burned like coal
Coal was red – The red were dead
The dead became a legend
The rest left home
Home became a body around their bones

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN