Thousands of heads on the street
Some with phone, some barefeet
Some are silent, some explosive
Not happy with what they receive

Some swallow anger, some shout
All are ruined, inside or out
Some are joyful, some stressed
Every aspect is limitless

Can't be shy, can't be fool
The one who balances will rule
Honest or cunning, silent or brave
It's a need 'til you reach grave

Find chaos in peace or peace in chaos
Accept the past and focus on NOWs
Thousands of heads on the street
All of them have something sweet

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