I walk alone
Not because I'm lost
But beacause I want to
They
Built walls of porouse words
Made labyrinths and steeples
Which speared the
She lies awake in the silent night
With a mind wide
The nimbus of the moon
Resting on a bitch - dark
The day vanishes
Withers like trodden grass
Our whispers are wafting along
Like a song
That is suddenly over
Like a mouth
Stopped breathing
Like a
- Good evening, Mr. Thompson
(You callous guy)
- How do you
[Instrumental]
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