Stories Like Ants In New York (исполнитель: Seila Chiara)

Incessant pain, forgotten,
He's considered it part of life
Since he opened up his eyes to the absence of
Well maybe if he seals them long enough?

He heard one day, of people that do have
This parcel of nothing locked inside
That swells as time crawls endlessly ahead
And drowns in a mirage you never reach.

He dreams of knowing what to dream of.
Oh, Mother [bad word] to me.
The heat stretches his stomache,
Like a balloon ready to ascend.

screen is staring at a stuffed couch,
The image is a falling sky.
cloud of ash blurs the screen:
This is the end of the world.

But from nowhere,
Surges the man of solutions.
We will fight the devil!
The man spends millions and millions and millions
And millions of schools
And millions of roads
And millions of books
And millions of clothes
And millions of toys
And millions of shoes
And millions of food
And millions of homes
As he goes to destroy, yet again and again,
The usual innocents of war
That would have dreamed to live
The lives of three thousand.
But this is what you get when you mess with us.

He dies one morning,
His head blown up
By the dreams that never came.

man sticks a sticker on his car:
God Bless America
He smiles and feels so (proud).

Kids put their right hand on their heart
We pledge allegiance to the flag
They smile and feel so (proud).
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