When the old ghost of suicide
creeps slowly back into your mind,
then everything is bleak and blurred -
down here in the short-sighted world
Yet, this time I have to insist
on the sharpness of the things I missed -
this once so loyal friend , he's not that welcome anymore

White, fragile porcelain-boy,
some minor things shall be left unsaid,
yes, you share the strongest desire for beauty,
as like all the "enchanted" you are more than blessed with it

The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed -
These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget

The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors,
We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque

Well, on the second day of excavation,
tell me, what did you expect to find?
Be careful when you scratch the surface,
'cause we all have a dog to exercise

We are not lovers, we are LIKERS -
We are merely hands and shake

Comments

2018.07.22

Taxi 7171 Toxin

Ушлепанная музычка :)

2018.06.21

Fedor Orlioglo

какое говно песня