Throwing the knives up in the air
the sky changed colour and they ran this way and that
The grey hills reflected their faces hungry for colour adventure
Where I ran the knife fell close by
The courageous that threw them screamed don´t forget what happened last time
The river was irrelevant
You smell like an element
Knives rain down on hearts
Your father and mother took in a wretch a piece of steel
You hug your knees and look up at me reflecting
Yes i the lucky orphan as sharp as the blades returning to earth
As sharp as disappointment you glare at my smile no matter
Chests to the heavens
remember what happened last time
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