The lions fight inside my body
The pack canine fights
my mind like cold throught rope
I see two suns, how to recognise
where the true and where the false sunshine
I'm cheeking in the boxing ring
My mirror in front of me
I can make my voice deeper to cheat
Before I will deal the first blow
I lost a lot of fights
when I tried lip-reading
they say: calm down again
angst is confortable
Two minuts befor gong
The angry crowd counts me out
my smile stings them
the best will be
at each other's throats and eyes
and I hope it will go smoothly
because I hate sweat
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