frightening clouds might take my body leave it convulsing a few times over or cover my mouth with my own had
madness is a deep sea I've waded in no too deep at its bottom I'll end up with absinthe spoon and sugar cubes
clouds are only illusions of the mind from close up they dissipate but from afar they're heavenly bodies a forbidden place not for our feet
a universe of forbidden thoughts never to be formed as words can make clouds constellations in the back of our minds
the pact between mind and body is broken when madness develops the body might run wild into the mist of such clouds
pen and sword are equivalent each as sharp when turned inwards each as dull to this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
