e você tosse, fala, caga, menstrua, urina, vomita, assoa o nariz, peida... mesmo assim ainda sobra algo dentro pra fechar a garganta

close me in the dark, let me disappear
soon there'll be nothing left of me
nothing left to release

we come from the land
of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun
where the hot springs blow

no alarms and no surprises...
silêncio

let`s all meet up on the year 2000?

oops...

happy in the haze of a drunken hour