The rusty chains

Now it’s wandering
the days seems colder tan another things
This are my tips to survive:

fly away, the river flows beneath
there’s nowhere to escape from this fear
Fire the gun and kill everybody. Then throw them away.

Take your wings and fly away.
We are close to the end of the earth.
If you look down you’ll fall and the water will eat all of your
selfish and miserable life.

Like the ocean
we are rising to the mountains.
So fly away, fly away, and fly so far away.

They died because they don’t wanted
to leave the earth.
Now the sky is our new home.

The night turns in a suffocated day
the hills return to the floor, our floor.
This can’t be happening.
Everybody’s dying. I see too many dead people here.
This is truth, this is a lie with a lie and the truth says and sings.