tunnels crossing in diferent directions, it's never seen, it's all so thin, different matches and over created back lashes and white big nails, I succeed where no one fails.
soft as cotton, take me under, a thought about life and death and how sad it is.
some achieve a stamp in world humanity, there's no other way keep on attempting, on the top there's a place for all of us,
but the sky is not smilling. where do we begin? it's all good, and we'll finally be there, where do I find all that makes no sense