Even In These Darkest Moments (Remastered)

use the uploaded audio to made an elegant, slow ballade in a 70's soft rock style, male voices, piano, string guitar, saxophone, violin, do NOT modify melody, harmonies, tempo or tune in the uploaded audio, 2 IMPORTANT THINGS: 1: the song must begin with a bird chirping, singing 3 times, followen by the loud sound of the shot of a gun, 2: the voices in parenthesis ( ) that finish with !!!, must be screamed more than sang in a horrible way

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Even in these darkest moments I draw with thrall The moon and the sun on my coldest cell’s walls Even when nobody listens to the songs I wrote I feel them like ants that walk inside my head as the antidote For the poisonous songs that sound in all the malls New cathedrals, new religions that sell our souls Even in these darkest moments hearing Death’s call I choose to stay alive even if the joke began to pall The birdcage for any page ("Shut up or we will break your legs again…!") Of any other song being silenced ("Shut up or we will sew your lips again…!") The birthcake of a forgotten age ("Shut up or we will step on your will again…!") I can’t remember how many years I’ve been jailed ("We proles enjoy to share our pain…") They call me dreamer, they call me rude ("rudimentary rude!") They said: ("you're hidden in a shellshock excuse") They said: "you were the true ant…a fool Being truant at any school" "Even in the quietest asylum or loony bin Any straitjacket can’t contain your sin" Damn! They were bloody well right, you see? I was the thoughtcrime of the century Even in these darkest moments I draw with thrall The moon and the sun on my coldest cell’s walls Even when nobody listens to the songs I wrote I feel them like ants that walk inside my head as the antidote For the poisonous songs that sound in all the malls New cathedrals, new religions that sell our souls Even in these darkest moments hearing Death’s call I choose to stay alive even if the joke began to pall I choose to be The thoughtcrime of the century I choose to be The thoughtcrime of the century I choose to be The thoughtcrime of the century

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