Made with ceiling our life it is-
barrier for maximum pleasure.
Made with ceiling our life it is,
and bottomless for pain.
'The hell is that?
You're jumping high
We're gonna be there, the two of us
over the moon.
That sounds so nice.
Oops. The ceiling was made of glass.
And then, with falling,
As far as you can see's
the black pitch, the darkest night.
And then, when falling,
Whatever you'd like to see,
is not important
'cause there's no light.
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