Perfection is unobtainable in a world where imperfection reigns supreme
No one can see what lies und this lily mask of dreams indifferent to the outside world
But why can’t a song be sung to those who are deaf? Sound is just a vibration, make them feel it with eyes
I will never understand those who try to make their plans for the past in the increasingly difficult future
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
But everything is nothing and nothing is something and something lies in wait under your bed at night
Watching you with beady eyes and toothy smile
Waiting for the perfect moment to suprise you with love and affection
Lights scare it so turn them off so this creature can wrap you up with its scaly cloak of determination
No reason to be coherent with me
I like the world to understimate me