Outsmart the fever and take us farther from -the killing life in capsules A life that can´t belong
So if I wake up dead to the world with the helm at my command the reaching out of this faced tomorrow in the 11:th hour beckoned closer now as nightfall sends it´s grace cue to enter the insatiable ideal slam it shut, but the portal pounding lingers What it is; is time undone cannot falter in the security of labour -Was I supposed to believe
Where did I sign, did I miss the auction where my life went under the club?
Went the half mile wondered when the resolution would come life became too solid diluted by the essence of denial caught in fire´s eye the self and the filter that is I my lip was venom words formed in my mouth hid beneath the tounge never to be seen
Where did I sign, did I miss the auction when my life went under the club?