The
painted skins
Everyone
wants a share
Who
doesn't want it?
The
young on the outside
But
life has its flow
The
beginning, the body and age
Once
it hits the line
The
machine will age and die
There
are no spare parts
The
age will take its way
Though
plastic surgery stops for a while
Inside
the machine grinding to a stop
That's
life
It
can't be painted for long
The
time is fixed
The
moment will knock the door
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