The night has fallen on the path of dreams Every colour is lost Boredom! A warm mask of grey plastic material The one who’s inert feels no pain at all but now I feel like wanting to throw up I’m tired of uselessness The stale atmosphere make me sick It takes my will to breathe away I want to live! I want emotion! This surf is annoying It covers every melody with its tired and immutable dragging by Fluent and sweetly reassuring habit Stunning blunting there the violent electricity of creation is alien I feel empty like a stage when all’s overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
