Why the time has stopped the illusion staining your cold tips waking and riding the tides
intunecat e cerut de-un gri ce-n negru se preschimba de-un negru ce mahnit, toarna picaturi reci ce uda tot si patrund pana in esenta incat amorteala si depresia pun stapanire
life all tost in your mind swinging me for eternity why begin this tear the living that you once tost