Future keys

Well, well crashes of military,

and the ground drains precious blood,

and one trip to the ice,

the wind is sweeping across the desert,

under the sand traces of blood left.

Then perhaps in paradise

sometimes encountered, or

is in front of the fucking head?

The bomber squadron is

above the city, where

I have the keys to the future

I hid? So rusty

iron gate of the wall is

someone on barely more than climbs.

The world is today one

continuous nightmare,

The Finnish people

burial snow this winter.

You do not want to look at this

the world, and not consolation

a woman who alone

wander here.

Well, well crashes of military,

and the ground drains precious blood,

and one trip to the ice,

the wind is sweeping across the desert,

under the sand traces of blood left.