As the custodian of my former self
I was the gardener of future health
For this hollow mountain, the rock, a hill
That points to the heavеns, erupts at will
A crater for the grеater good
Smoking away as it should
Shrugging like it doesn't care
For a fanfare that elevates hair
A crater for the greater good
Smoking away as it should
Shrugging like it doesn't care
For a fanfare that elevates hair