The birds die in flight...
And I'd be incorrect about a hip-hop hunch.
And that would be morbid phobia.
And may I be forgotten by you
She was free and happy!
Just the clouds coming
A dense and dangerous storm
They were only the Weather Theatre
A change in the wind of a trembling rose
That's why I'm smoking thunderbolts in windows today
Let each defender religion and peace
If you look at me with irony today
I kneel before God with the cross of anxiety
Because I know that God will understand.
It's not like many people have signs about it.
And erstwhile the wind breaks my wings
... Let him take me like he did in a bird's flight!
