Letras
The blessed are the simples, and that's not us
The chosen keep the burden for them
We try to follow the root, but it looks strange
And no way can be found to them
The smarts have been taken the best places
The Heroes are not on demand
We keep our lives for consuming
And The rest is how to get rid of a fat
We made machines to work on us
The globe became too small for us
We started to fly
We entered the space
But Would like to be in a better place.
Machines start to think better than us
The glob wormed up because of us
And even flying and in the space
We still are dreaming for a better place
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