Lark
Papers, papers, papers
Clerk eyes trace the text
Then they interpreter it
You can only wait
When a train speeds on rails
And when a woman waters flowers
A judge issues sentences
A wolf dies in snares
And machines of war ride
Planes carry passengers
No one has many questions
World seems to be obvious
A lark sings happily
And you stay in the zombie house
Sentenced to non-existence
Cause you had bad luck in life