\"Coma\"
We became shadows
We have no names
Someone walks on ladders
In the brightest days
Through a series of ceilings
World which is made of stones
Turning into ice feelings
I don't know of something certain
Watching people from the window
Open the curtain
I saw people in a coma
Through concrete walls
Through a series of ceilings
World which is made of stones
Turning into ice feelings
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