Sordid street full of puddles
riot and delirium lead us tonight
this is the moment, where soul and will are bound together
we are living in a room, which looks like a street
we only see lustrous puddles
they promised to open themselves to the looneys
but we don't know how deep the puddles are
how deep they really can be
and we are waiting for their open sesame
and hope that they will swallow us alive
most of the people are walking on puddles
they can never sink to the bottom
but we need to reach out
we need to wait,
until the puddles are open.
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