la tristesse durera
[listens to THB once]


Everybody dead
Only he is walking
Through these empty streets
Unnamed and long since broken

Towards a distant goal
That hides behind horizon
February snow
Cold and paralyzing

Are they all in love
Or oxytocin addicts
Looking for a fix
Like those church fanatics

Burying themselves
In texts of Holy Bible
Happy to obey
Worship any idol

But they are left behind
So is the future
Time to judge yourself
Be your own butcher

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