The
spices will be cooked
The
aroma will air to the sky
Let
the audience smell it quickly
The
spices of a sweet lie
When
we taste it
It
doesn't feel original
It
says of artificial manipulation
It
wants to get its prize
Though
many will taste it
The
fear still rings in their minds
So
long they forget the original spices
Addiction
to the manipulation of life
Now
it is time to throw away
Bring
back the original spices
Let
us taste its origin
It
brings us the good taste
Don't
be afraid to change
Nothing
stay permanent all the times
Go
back to the original spices
We
don't have to live in headaches
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