Constant flow,
Diving in and away,
A short stay someplace new,
Everytime
And then it feels,
Like the time is correct,
To change the old order,
Allow to unforget,
The most unfair ******
The right moon to pray,
To have my visions returned,
During the day, anyway,
Only my mask gets burnt
As if my words were heard,
I recall but one place,
Slice open the vein, in blood,
There's some of your taste
One cannot just agree,
That it was horrible,
It is never difficult,
We do what's impossible
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC
Constant flow,
Diving in and away,
A short stay someplace new,
Everytime
And then it feels,
Like the time is correct,
To change the old order,
Allow to unforget,
The most unfair ******
The right moon to pray,
To have my visions returned,
During the day, anyway,
Only my mask gets burnt
As if my words were heard,
I recall but one place,
Slice open the vein, in blood,
There's some of your taste
One cannot just agree,
That it was horrible,
It is never difficult,
We do what's impossible
Created 27 September 2010
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