On the grass in his suit blood reappears but not through his nose dry mouth. red mouth open eyes for the first time blood gushing and my final thoughts mere imprints specks of dust nothing if i'd see you there let us rest at the woodland cemetery our silent film a vast ocean of nothing will everything continue without us?
[Swedish poem:] meningslösa mening långa korta dagar hungriga mätta magar du är aldrig ensam ändå så känner du dig ensam [English interpretation:] meaningful but at the same time so meaningless long days, yet time passes so quickly we're never hungry, always hungry for more you are never alone still you feel so aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
