Earth is driving its primeval time to new hights
the sack is getting tighter and tighter
The miracle of Christmas Eve
is slowly drying up.
You can't look inward, they say
but they have not seen
what your eyes have seen
your inner rules
without measures and numbers.
Lifts past in floating rhythmic curve
puts you in dark chambers
wakes up from potato sleep
your inner rules
without measures and numbers.
You can't look inward, they say
but they have not seen
what your eyes have seen
your inner rules
without measures and numbers.
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