Lips tied to an anchor of unbecoming me and you
Sink down - double clicked into an ocean of Surkovian blue
Sing not what you feel, but what sells our souls short
Click here to remember your name
To refresh your domain
The living room is the factory
The product being manufactured is you
People wondering whether we will survive
I think that people are good
Proper ideas come back and the whole world, nurtured back to life
The doors are opening
Humans sacrifice
The more determined among us are doing something about it
This is explained why the sword is always inserted
In the same places more than once
It's amazing
But we are leaves