Octillions of directions
We cannot even go on
We are the deadlock kings
And we can't handle all this overload
Maybe you know us well
Deadlock kings live in front of you
And in the end you hold your head
And turn away your face and say
God, I should have seen!
We were the deadlock kings
And we couldn't get along
Quindecillions of moves we do
Not even want to move anything
We collect in ourselves all day
Our only passion from the heart
We are the deadlock kings
Can't get along
Some of us they make it
And some lean back to die

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