Ambush World

and those who didn't have your behavior that sweet resembles mine that is, those that were abrupt and fierce claw hands and old eyes you know the old foxes they are wise have the cunning of scoundrels stealths, they plan blows and ambushes and we naive watched the sunset happy fools looking at the colorful clouds we are touched by children and bicycles eternal aliens to the far-fetched gaze of those who watch us without love those who carry sarcasm on their skin smells good looks like perfume but it's just villainy and rancor.