Where are my eyes?
Where is my lips?
Why is here a place
cold darkness here?
There are children playing in a mirror.
Laughter does not leave under the labyrinth
Red blood gets my body wet.
And who is killing me?
Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place cold darkness here?
Want to feel warmth
of skin gets wet as having got wet and rain.
And who is killing me?
There are children playing in a mirror.
Laughter does not leave labyrinth
to stroll ah...
Around the World
Around the World
Cry.
Where is my eyes?
Where is my lips?
Why is here a place cold darkness here?
Want to feel warmth of
skin gets wet as having got wet
and rain.
And who is killing me?
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