Fighting bloody wars dismembering emotions from the abstract bodies chasing ghosts of a flattering reality in a whirwind of souls and thoughts
diving, in the deeper subconscious more unknown but it dosen't even make sense
vain attempts hunting a mere serenity
when it's still an open wound and there's nothing else to be done then waiting for the end in a perpetual decay in a constant degradation i hear the buzz of flies and horseflies.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.