Yeah, I said it's alright
I won't forget
All the times I
I tear into my clothes
Sacrifice my soul for anything anything
I
Some resurrection is no conclusion
Some poor pretention but no invention
In
Dear mother how I will write this line
When I know
Psychomania, Psychomania
She is the substance of my dreams
A spectre
The autumn leaves burning red
With the last light of the
She walks like an angel walks
She talks like an angel
High above as in the clouds
They swing so slowly
To the