Awareness of what we have done, turning its grim face on him, understanding the essence, of human life as we know it. Here he is. A misheard genius. Someone who could see. The man that knew too much. He now will feed the ground, same his feet cant touch. Empty gaze, seeks for nothing, but the only rational choice. A misheard genius. A blue faced hangman.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
