Вершы: The Chariot. If Wishes Were Horses, More Beggars Would Ride Them.

A bullet to the sun.
Erase everything we have done.
Please, like a thief, won't you come?
Put an end to all of this fun.
I will see you in a Broadway year,
a New York second, a Wall Street minute,
A Hollywood moment.
This is it.

Why does not, this world just stop?