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The water falls
So much anger around here
It's so normal
It's not bad
Wanting to pee on the corners as you pass by.
The pavement
Doesn't forgive bare feet
Nor soles as you walk
It's not bad
Suffering so many delusions ...
To travel on a blue train
On a train of pain
A train that is a coffin
On a train of passion
A train that is a cross
On a steam train
A train that is made of glass
Maybe
Laughter shatters you
And haste ruins your reason
My heart
Maybe
You draw the bubbles
That push and pull you in pain
My heart
It's not right
To hurt without realizing
When traveling in a fleeting world
In a cruel world
A world made of paper
In a world of horror
That is a world of love
In a world of pleasure
That is a world without skin
And you travel on a blue train
On a train of pain
A train that is a coffin
On a train of passion
Your train that is a cross
On a steam train
On a train made of glass
And you travel in a fleeting world
In a cruel world
A world made of paper
In a world of horror
That is a world of love
In a world of pleasure
That is a world without skin
Hurt without realizing...