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After the first snow, the shine of the wasteland
Worn army jacket
You will wake up from the smell of ammonia
And the air is twisted

Illegible signature in the corner of the portrait
The mouths of dried rivers are looped
Your little soul is dressed in meat
It is run by another person

There in the dark where you are alone
There in the dark where the nail is
Enters the board
The scar remains forever
And turns to wax