Letra de Flatland
People wear the strangest skins Faces made of plasticine Living life inside machinesThis one naked as a child Golden-haired and running wild Playing with his guns a whileLiving in a flatland Drinking in a flatland Walking in a flatlandThinking in a flatland Fightning in a flatland Dying in a flatlandPeople do the oddest things Faces for the family Faces for the well-to-doThis one cuts off tiny bits Hides them underneath his bed They may find them when he's deadLiving in a flatland Drinking in a flatland Walking in a flatlandThinking in a flatland Fightning in a flatland Dying in a flatlandLiving in a flatland Drinking in a flatland Walking in a flatlandThinking in a flatland Fightning in a flatland Dying in a flatland