I follow this road, Landscapes on hold in the hands of the four, lighted by a dying core, ruins and forrests as far as the eye can reach when the fire dies this dream begins to bleach thoughts becomes ice Nevermind, im lost in the city lights as a creature to tempt fate, as a stranger in the alley shade
Marching forwards into selfdestruction and praying for salvation, isnt my meaning of civilisation With a bottle of gin we consume the nights a concept of sin to stand in one´s own light primates, shows you your place as a wheel nameless beggars, a spirit to peel. liquid fooling rushess the throats who are the sheeps, where are the goats?
I follow this road, cities on hold in the hands of four lighted by a bloody core monuments of failure, figures of disgrace to come to the fore, at this godforsaken place when the fire dies, thoughts becomes Ice