I see the moon,where subway ends I walking there through the wind They try to pull me back with the help of prick attack. They think I wil be really glad They wrong.The dark surrounds me back.
I'm trying sap I need more tension to hold you back, Some stoop in the sky, Will make my bad thoughts die.
I'm trying sap "It was a dream"-they told me.smack. It's strange that it's the same it was. My half of body stayed inside of those.
I suppose I'm dead, I suppose I'm not born, I suppose I'm an angel after all, I suppose I maybe a God, I suppose they are lying because I lied, I suppose I'm not satisfyed.