I go thru our beauty world,
I catch the answer with thin sword,
The question was: to be or not,
And I decide be, mind aboat.
You go with me thou, same plot plane
Was our life, remake again
About thou, who dawan’t make
A cake of truth, without creamy fake.
And that is why in fortress, us
Concloves, we could restart discuss,
About thou, who’s being or not
So laugh and cold, may cry a lot.
Restart, revise, replay, rebeat
This art lines, make a soul petit
A spirit soul, but everywhere
The bodies, homes, subject healthcare.
