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von Pin‐Up Went Down

Here
Lina and her guy
Sophia and her child
A table, a house, my kitchen...
Here
My hand on my breast My eyes asking why they′re still so so far
And people feet
Clac clac Clac
On the floor
And people here far in my head
Already dead.


Shall I choose how this one should
Be petrified at his age
Perfect age to perfect hour
Going higher would be wrong to stop
For your immortality
I must embrace and crucify all the beauty
In my head

Gone

They're all gone

There′s a smell of death all around