Walls make us
blind
Blind for the
outside
We are hiding
on places no-one
will ever find
Curtains seperates us
from the deathly
black night
We can’t win
this game without
an fight
On this planet here
one can only life
when the other one died
lock the door
& close the window
There is an storm
on his way
It will be
one big wind hose
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