When something arrives
You are already somewhere else
Fighting all your life
Picking yourself up from the gutter

Dodging arrows
I am the target and the mark
One ends up a bit fed up
Dragging oneself to the door

This is a shitty time
Everything is transforming
From butterfly to worm
Trapped in the vine

The music of the spheres
Striking with the mallet
A spear in the side
And the crown on the head

If you're looking for an answer
Nothing to see here, keep moving
Surfing the waves of chaos
Of the perfect storm

When it disappears
What is considered basic
In a tacit agreement
What was solid dissolves

This is a shitty time
Everything is transforming
From butterfly to worm
Trapped in the vine

And what is lost does not return
After the best years have passed
Expressing and provoking
A sick society

A doubt, a suspicion
Nothing to see here, keep moving
Surfing the waves of chaos
Of the perfect storm

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