Sometimes black and sometimes gray
The paths that lead to paradise
I will borrow the meanders of hell
I close my eyes and turn off the light
Demons, dragonflies
Will-o'-the-wisps, drops of gold
The face of the angel of death
Has traced itself in the still life of my mirrors
It's Friday in my heart
This last one wants to be claustrophobic
You feel like me I hope
We have a nuclear bomb in our belly

Me and my friends work hard
To drown the pain and boredom
We forge in our drunkenness
An improved version of sadness

Me and my friends work hard
To drown the pain and boredom
We forge in our drunkenness
An improved version of sadness
Of sadness
Of sadness

It's the ball of the werewolves
Don't change, stay polymorphic
It's your turn, make a wish
Draw it for me if you want
On my hand, a blot of ink
A telephone alphabet
I let the mystery hang
Hoping it crashes far from Earth

Me and my friends work hard
To drown the pain and boredom
We forge in our drunkenness
An improved version of sadness

Me and my friends work hard
To drown the pain and boredom
We forge in our drunkenness
An improved version of sadness

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