The blame game is such a terrible play, we dance, and we dance, our father above watches, he saw us coming, in the ice age, took a shot, and boom, we were dead, it’s just fate, the stone rolls down the hill, gathering all sorts of demons, spirits, we try our best to remain human, we bury it, beneath the ground, under the snow, but the sun rises, revealing us, unable to hide, we burn, for love and life, boobies and sex, who cares, just keep going, yearning for it, peace and rest, death and more death…

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