Pachow! He wins the race.
Just another face of victory.
Haza! He owns the field the course the track.
The final bell rings.
...
Just another day.
In a life unknown of tomorrow, today, or past to come.
In a world so sick.
We still survive,
...
Well I am an aspiring poet and I didn't even know it.)
Sick
Pachow! He wins the race.
Just another face of victory.
Haza! He owns the field the course the track.
The final bell rings.
He drops to the floor.
Sick of it all.