So many faces, but none of them is you. You know this feeling of the crowd anonymously many And the voices I want to Shazam,
The thunder of petals of metal flying in and out of pallid flesh, Wading in the arid sand in a throng caught in the enemies
For Jodie Moment, strong pillar of the Fab family, friend, sister. Jodie, for us it’s a Total Eclipse. Let’s cherish our friends and family while
I ask myself If the world turns different, and if the paintings From the depth of my hood or Around the world the scribbles on
My tux folds on me like boxes in a warehouse, And my tie blends in the picture, not even a fibre Seems out of place,
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.