The wonder, the light of autumn in January
The heat, the summer which returns to give itself in December
Rather die than accept to endure the winters until in May
I surrender to the fatalists and I sing
I might as well admit it the world is going to burn alive
We are already dead
Contemplate the failure of our synchronism
We are already dead
Look at the sun
Look at the light
Look at the light, the sun
Look at the sun managing to survive after December
Convinces me to maintain the seat of arrogance
Rather die than accept common sense
And suffer of her absence,
Her beauty which assassinates me
Which sings to me
We might as well admit it, the world will burn alive
We are already dead
br/>Contemplate the failure of our synchronism
We are already dead
We might as well admit it, I'm dying
Contemplate the failure, I'm dying
Losing what's left of my heart
Contemplate failure, I'm dying

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