DISTURBED lyrics : "art"
meet in group
Separate jobs
according to task
some are for spring
while the others chose fire
blackness dominates
heat bursts
transparency are on their faces
their mark is a move
they swell
and even closes
they did something
for the bloody room
they are the roots
who crave for water
their crackle are different
as hard as a log
is what they carry
and it pops
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