Forget me, forget me.
Let me soar ,and shackle me not to this celestial pit
Let me be, let me be
Let me cast my long hidden shadow onto the moon, the stars and out further than andromeda
Let me ****** Let me ******
And for heavens sake not the four seasons
Because for every summer there is a winter
But freedom from this bind lies in astral interstellar hitchhiking
And let me sail but not to the community of hatred and hated
We will all be swingers when we lay down on El Dorados doormat
It 'reads "oh yes, free, freedom you've become"
So forget me, let me be free and ****** into the absences of cohesive atoms
If not held captive. The only sense is aroma and gone from nostalgic induced swooning
And there, oh there, I will vacuum la polvere di Stella that witnessed the most grandiose falterings
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
Forget me, forget me.
Let me soar ,and shackle me not to this celestial pit
Let me be, let me be
Let me cast my long hidden shadow onto the moon, the stars and out further than andromeda
Let me ****** Let me ******
And for heavens sake not the four seasons
Because for every summer there is a winter
But freedom from this bind lies in astral interstellar hitchhiking
And let me sail but not to the community of hatred and hated
We will all be swingers when we lay down on El Dorados doormat
It 'reads "oh yes, free, freedom you've become"
So forget me, let me be free and ****** into the absences of cohesive atoms
If not held captive. The only sense is aroma and gone from nostalgic induced swooning
And there, oh there, I will vacuum la polvere di Stella that witnessed the most grandiose falterings
My inadequate attenpt at a Gimsberg style
