Lletres: Monta. The Brilliant Masses. Everything.

When the past becomes the present
I will Stop to regret
The endless days that i?ve spent
Hoping this time soon would end

You are everything
When everything breaks down

There will be no more ice
In this village of garbage and dust
We dig out the dead corpses
Lying all over ground
Before we move west further down

You are everything
When everything breaks down