A world as a reflection on a molten kobalt Screen i see green and grey polluted by a Transparrant flow synthetical forgotten i Think they still assume that some great Mother will take care of it all in the end
Recycled body's constantly refill a self-renewing world a landscape teaming with Organics iconized containers fall staining The fields of innocence without regretting Without reflecting
The nightwings (wings of night) are not af an Angelic source a closing (tightening) Sphere of the blackest cellophane neonlight Reflecting on a kobalt screenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
