It’s about desire to blend body and code and multiply random ways, while loud amorphic silence send virtual registers in rhythmic waves... It is not the path that was left untravelled, to the end of your irregular thoughts, where you will caress the keys to main means And have the great mistake of God.
To create, not to waste. You walk amongst the shadows of the face, Unreleased transgression Lead the followers to the passion itself.
This air of silence, breathes through transparent drive. never did urge with zest, As time drew slowly upon this wrench of life. Acting out God's play. Encoding the bloodline. For the pathways to search only discipline which no place may be left insane.
To create, not to waste. You walk amongst the shadows of the face, Unreleased transgression Lead the followers to the passion itself.