I kept running in the woods
As fast as the ancients could
Could not fight these kinds of beasts
Who live for gigantic feasts
I don\'t want \'em to cut my hair
My strength would fall from my head
Changing the way I speak
Until I\'m becoming weak
We\'ll be reborn (Kluskap O\'Kom!)
Behind the sun (Kluskap O\'Kom!)
Just like the storm (Kluskap O\'Kom!)
Will ever come (Kluskap O\'Kom!)
There goes the self-esteem
In the fumes of gasoline
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