the image of the world I live in born into to fall into oblivion is the huge arena of illusion & deceit nothing's real not a thing curtain call & the show starts, commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing lape of redemption - clowns the masters of disguise are man's prototype my fear of the future increases this arena is crowded with clowns curtain call & the show starts just one tear releases a violent riverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
