Apr 2012
Time is not a picture,
in the century of hell.
Can’t you write the fate,
if you know the crown?
Can’t you draw the kingdom,
if you know the son?
“Words, words, words,”
your face is melting.
in the century of hell.
Can’t you write the fate,
if you know the crown?
Can’t you draw the kingdom,
if you know the son?
“Words, words, words,”
your face is melting.
