Stopped the bullets, the words.
Echoed in the dungeon.
Mega phone in hand
The shaken students in paris
And we saw the spring ends.

For those who lived, her heirs are.
How might want to kill? 68 years
The month, a karma, and now where
Bury your promises.

And as the couple wanted to know
Vertigo and the image that dwells
I thought they had deciphered, and as
A dream of stars lights

If you mourn the memories
You ask me why?
The mornings are renewed
Without explanation.