Space is not the final frontier
Everybody knows that it’s fear
Are we near the end of our time?
Or is it just a void in our mind?

Cilicia is where I want to die

Faces in the shape of a lie
Faces simply stuck in the sky
But my feet, the ground they grind
I feel the indescribable high

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Աշխարհ՝ որ ինձ ետուր արեւ