The “nameless child” of the hominid, majestic as a gale Waiting for the rust to rust in the shackling rain The long-faded fortress of limbs rots as it is taken away. That's my body, and the wind that turns around is flowing. listen to the silence on the intangible map A light on the road for things that aren't there To the clear day I saw The “nameless child” of the hominid, majestic as a gale Waiting for the rust to rust in the shackling rain If you ask me why, death will close the eyes of those who expose and shoot. Those are my days, and the waves that disappear are pure You'll die in the crowd Under the madness of mass production A loud voice shows darkness Love that perishes due to ridicule Listen, listen, I can't stop calling out to you A BEACON that lights up on the day you were born,mystical future

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