Over the Hills
Everything is a play of the elements
No ratio noticed in this stupid buzz
Only passion, that fails to make sense
Except troubles predated for us
Contradictory rules, badly managed
Each entity maintains their own
Power stands for the power, and savage
Stands for savage with pride overgrown
When these noises are getting too loud
I play music and watch travel films
They lighten my room without sound
Taking me over seas and the hills..
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