The smoke
Blowing upwards to the sky
Telling us why
The bad rules
Who to call?
The smoke rising
Choking our breathing
Listening to the old records playing
We realize
The wolves running
Lighting up the fires
The pandemic isn't disappearing
The red bottles in hospitals
The lost souls gone for good
They will not make the return
Because the bad rules
Who to call?
There aren't many good people
It is ourselves to keep our feet down
We can't let the bad rule
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