Por Kal-la-kal-la ( , , y ).
Lanzado el 5/8/2020.
Duración: 3:08.

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Letra:

When I stand under the sun I wear the crown of love,
But when the night is at its most quiet,
I can hear death, against my bedroom window,
Bathing my face in pale white light.

Wealth for culture heroes!
Medals for the dead!
The young must learn respect,
And when to bow their heads!

When I was younger I thought that the corporeal was a pyramid reaching up to god.
Burnished-steel-helmed and mire-shod
But there are faces in the floor which see the feet of man tread by,
Telegraphing all the being filling up and reaching out of me.

Splitting off the layers of the skin I live in,
He was not a nice man!
I got drunk and went to bed instead.