A night vision
of an invaded city
when night runs into day
and i run into you
and then we run together
leaving the howlin' wolves behind
while the city becomes a jungle
of crazy herbs, hazy dreams and unconscious animals
in this jungle we finally find a place
a place in the space
or a whole space in a single place
tonight i fly with the black messengers
of a post-apocalyptic reality
in which we keep on going on
going on going on going on
and on and on and on
an unknown fever
has covered me up
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