By dint of seeing often
The same signs and the same sounds
By dint of getting the same answers
Strangely
Aquatic, a spirit is swinging
Standing still, so young and so old
By dint of believing all the time
The same movies, the same dickheads
By dint of carrying human weaknesses
The end of time is flying through our hands
Aquatic, a spirit is swinging
Standing still, so young and so old
A step is overcame
Military
Let's not believe it
So many piles of rocks often
So much to carry
Day after day
Tired of that shit running between our fingers
Tired of the red flows running between their eyes
Tired of the war songs running between their lips
Tired of the brown plague running between our urns
between our urns
There will always be a dickhead
To tell you "I am the hope, it is national and I am your only friend"
Only friend
Let's not believe it