Now they are people
Don’t shit on us
Like an internal explosion
Honey is not death’s color
Don’t shit on us
Will you fall down the knot in my neck?
Honey is not death’s color
Universality is a dream
Will you fall down the knot in my neck?
Everyone can see the light
Universality is a dream
Surveillance in everyone’s backpack.
Everyone can see the light
Like an internal explosion
Surveillance in everyone’s backpack.
Now they are people