| Oxygen |
|---|
| The stench arrived in a fancy box |
| A «magic' pill that will cure the sickness |
| The recipe will «invert the clocks» |
| And secretly will befool the witness |
| The air is green and I’m drowned in smoke |
| The «savior» cloak was a short seduction |
| You cannot hide your extensive mold |
| There’s no way out from your vast destruction |
| And as your mob brings me deep repulsion |
| I summon winds and the clouds above |
| Release me now |
