We dare to challenge, to fight, in spite of
begging to cut ourselves, our nose off
see the real in the unrealistic mirror
change the way to see Priscilla
our thoughts, our minds are twisted wrecks
we sail on ships with twenty decks
we fly in airplanes, there is no an engine
we pass old friends without a mention
we see the end but not the beginning
enter blindly with our heads spinning
life has flown then we pass along
our memories fade of the ones who have gone
we play their records and sing their songs
tell tale an end, with a clashing gong.
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