the past leaders

The past leaders

The past catches up with you

The white hairs and grey cells

What can they do now?

The archives of informations

Somebody keeps it for years

Now the peel is coming one by one

The hawk eyes want a peek

The mashed potatoes

The layers of thickness

It never brings you cheer

The hawk eyes want a peek

The internal battles

The turf of power and conquest

Respect and honour aren't the game

The enemies want it all

The dirty linen begins to surface

The white powder turning black

It says a lot of things

The hawk eyes want a peek