Imagine the scene of moving clouds in the sky In anticipation of the darkest evening ever, I switch all the lights on my table n opened my bottle of whiskey, The chaos of hopeless created the sounds of bre(eeeeeeee)aking mirrors.
This strain in my head changed theese days i stood(oooood) N nothing gonna happen new, N so my life is...
N those traffic lights that blinded me In e(eeeeeee)vry corner N those passers-by which hid their hands In the(eeeeeee)ir pockets N endless moving of the cancers on wheels.
This strain in my head changed theese days i stood(oooood) N nothing gonna happen new N so my life is...