Longform کے بول

We never know whats coming next I have no clue, i just continue And gather scenes for my next guess In (from the rues, an artifact) To place an installation now For all to come, and (breathe) what they think about You (define then) torn apart The recognizable (shapes on this case when it) Start! We waited for this day to come And now its here so we can leave where We can not you know it just because That speech you wrote, you won't give up So stand besides, indubious ones With conquered eyes, the things that there living on Suicide, your repertoire They criticize us, to create this relation to Us! Go! You're a fiend! Go! You old fiend! Move on Move on