LYRIC

Eating the trash without strings in the middle of everywhere.
The world is a tomb.
Stacking bodies on top of buildings and vice versa.

A child floating in womb dead as Kennedy.
A mother picking fragments of herself, off the black tiles of a sad and burning hospital.
He was going to be a leader.

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