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As written in the booklet:

Faces up and enter

Mind your head

Away from the rain, and fast

Overhead, on the molded ceiling, if visible through the smoke, the fresco

What they have depicted here is a kingdom where fools swarm like earthworms

Lions and wolves cuddle together with lambs and deer

Nice, but the beasts look like idiots with their fangs that way

Which minds me of the tingling in my lungs

How the hell do they deal with it, the healthy and well

Thought it must be a bitch for those still in the traffic, albeit the fuckers are so unaware if it now

The air is being washed clean by the air, but just look at them go

As if the rain couldn't catch them

To them I dedicate my song

OOOOOO

Watch your feet

And mind your step

On this damaged ground

Brush the rain rhythmic sweeps

Take on the breeze with your eyes closed

And an angle for the wind!

Look again, at the network of moments, if visible through the smoke

The winds are fast, the rain too heavy

And here we are

Just confused, and out of place, as the beasts up overhead