DIRECT DOOM - Within... Wind whisper in crones of trees, opens to us freedom, carrying away a dust of times for distances of planets. How many tangible thoughts it is possible... | Текст песни

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• Within... Wind whisper in crones of trees, opens to us freedom, carrying away a dust of times for distances of planets. How many tangible thoughts it is possible...

How many tangible thoughts it is possible to take with itself to Venus, tell to me the brother, how many sand is required for construction of my dream, and whether it will be scattered during an instant after my errors how long me to suffer? The question has locked the answer. We live and press on gas. Press on gassss...