The Dice Rolls
The dice rolls
Hide in the house and play chess with myself
I am the lucky one
Those who hide in the house are all lucky
Life and death outside
Like a super-long apocalyptic movie
We are dice, bystanders of each other's fate
Those who roll the dice are
in the sky, in the sea, in the swamp
on the back of Ursa major
Hanging upside down in the dark hole
turned the world upside down
People rushed out of the house
are the heroes who won't be the dice
They dig for the truth
But it can't change it by chance
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