from the chosen path worlds pass in distance ways once important now revealed as false again the fear to go and the longing for a home
like a filter always my own projections on the things that I experience trying to outrun the stench of my decay
living within frames my memories are frozen falling apart my brains are broken
in the barren fields new domains unveil where every impression is a mountain to climb put down my last defence floating, feeling the flow
sometimes encounters we touch like swords but as the warmth comes we fade desires remaining unspoken the words are lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
