Saw it in Braille come randomly pouring out in a wave of black ice and nighttime and then in a fast moving storm with singalong thunderclouds the soft explosion of dayfall and then
orange and blue the fire is starting shimmering through the chemical garden i am not alone stumbling through the chemical garden
behind these black eyes a story is playing out atop a cloudy hill the verdict is read on every lip the sound of the feather falls a wave of nighttime's electrical head
though I refuse to see i'm suddenly shown cut through the sweetest parts to get to the boneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
