Death dreams of nothing but itself Does nothingness dream?
Leap of faith is a leap of despair In a needless hive of Tlön...
..that I stroll throught willing to imprint a vowel Crop up for communion skinny sprintes Ghosts lay eggs I'm a deity veiled in a layers of moss A swampspawn
Stillborn are dreams and nothingness holds their bony hands Does nothingness dream? Lets pilgrim to the border of despair In a needless hive of Tlön
How come I came this far to anoint your foreheads And my whole flesh is marked instead? Like a sculpture of stained glass Lifeless Stained glass MarkedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
