I'm eating grain, as cakes I cough them out again.
And to tell you honestly, I'd like to do this peacefully.
But they grab my back, and they turn the speed to level hurricane.
I am falling out in a streetlike bed.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
Tenderly, the slicing of a nerve in me.
And the wasted ways of those who distorts the art into a pose.
They grab my back, and they turn the speed to level hurricane.
I am falling out in a streetlike bed.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
Calmer now, I slowly start to feel the ground.
And filled with ease, I start to chew in slower pace.
But then it starts to blow, and it turns the speed to level hurricane.
I am falling out in a streetlike bed.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
On my way down, they hit my hands up with a stick.
And when I lay down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.
On my way down.

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