Like cutting paper with your scissors,
We cut the time with our life.
With mind, instincts and religions.
We must just keep it strong and sharp.
I`m going fly up to the sky,
I`ve pushed the button in my head.
Observing two ultimate sides,
Like Stendhal`s black and Stendhal`s red.
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