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As the sky's only grey light, i wonder, i'd like to spend time otherwise ; that's all about the impulses and drives. I use the rage so much i make it grow. Run away from my violence cause my violence is the one of a coward. What to do with this flesh? Cause it's not what we wanna hear. __ How great can be one day or one single hour... To feel we only prepare to die. My lungs are too small to catch the atoms. Low-toned moods with the souvenirs of woody journeys. It is enough with closed eyes, closed heart and blind mind. Does it deserve a coma ? __ On the third place i'm laughing with a fake face. Plastic hopes and utopia which isn't as it seems to be working. But it ain't no purpose, that's why we think we've got what we want. As i cross the hemispheres on an office chair. And the glass gives out a pale glow. ___ Cristals of gold are raining all over my brow. Swimming in cheap perfumes with a thought towards revolution. Sold actions, prostitution. High towers never broke sky. But so easy to cut one look.
And what if we run from warm smiles? What is there left? Lonely walk on a black path, taken photographs, in a muddy foggy forest. Walking like no light'll remain. Saying to our painful hearts once it'll be green. The water ground draws iron reflexion. Robot jaws of a world turning faster that we're able to walk. Or maybe we've all been taught to be. Love knights and freedom fighters.