Dark control and vague suspicion only feeds the ghost. Let's be great and act like no one. It will be as if... I pull you in close and then I push you away. The air is ripe for breathing. In and out. I breathe in sequence. If the guillotine is sleeping then the peasants can play. Overdose and then I push you away. Lover, I never ever wanted to fight. I'm too into your essence. The smell and touch. The languid air. Everyone gather or scatter to find. Some odd sense of something, some piece of mind. I temper, I tantrum. I rummage the drawers. What the hell am I looking for? A safe clean place. A list of words that has no taste. Patients emits a formidable force. I succumb when I'm under your spell or...I can't even tell anymore.
Гуру Песен