here!
eyes closed, yes we flew
in the empty sky again in a circle
the speed is one hundred but the speed is only zero
when we dance the damn polka in the circle
now the future of this generation
now where do I end up before I die
from cradle to school, from the grave to the so-called continuous nightmare
and every day is like yesterday
my elm is my elm is my elm is my elm is my elm
eyes open in dreams we walk
and it goes on until the heart
we sleep awake, we live dead, we march in a coma like robot armies
from day to day into the same gray nightmare
who sleeps our eyes would be washed away
so that every day would not be like yesterday
my elm is my elm is my elm is my elm is my elm
and every day is like yesterday
my heart is satisfied , my heart is satisfied, our heart is satisfied
not every day will be like yesterday
a fool's day may wear his crown
and the rest of his life will have to pay
in the morning I dig a grave
whose turn is it to rule and destroy
so that every day is not like yesterday

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