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Looking at life through the eyes
Of a tire hub.
Eating seeds as a pastime activity –
The toxicity of our city,
Of our city.
Chorus:
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder.
Now! Somewhere between
The sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between
The sacred silence and sleep –
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
More wood for their fires,
Loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught
In the headlights of a truck.
Eating seeds as a pastime activity –
The toxicity of our city,
Of our city.
Chorus:
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder.
Now somewhere between
The sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between
The sacred silence and sleep –
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now somewhere between
The sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between
The sacred silence and sleep –
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man’s hearts.
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man’s hearts.

Publicado el 21.07.23