short hand operation. my body lays exposed on the operating table. one blind eye pulled from the stems. the other frantically recalls memories like news
Перевод: Девяносто Wuss фунт. Короткая операция рук.
we all call for change. it becomes automatic. your wasting my time by apologizing. i've come to expect this little from you. it all ends in tears anyway
you've punished me with imagination and fear. you've inspired me throughout all these years. don't leave now, don't go away. the brilliant shining through
did you see it? could you sense the tension? thickness was building, yet for a surprise crimson starlight. your chanting my curse. it's a lovesick dead
right now i got it out now. i gotta get it out right now. something inside my soul is trying to get through. i'll let it out if you can gaze beneath
on and on. listening to the echoes remaining. i hear your voice inside my head. now i know that we've just begun. again i reach out my hands to you. staring
there's no reason to do just what you say. all i fought comes round ten times my way. strange looking sequence, i'm falling apart today. carrying over
she's spilling orange and sun and chasing it again. she beat her own self. she called a bluff on spider bite. i was this close, just three years shy
revisiting former frames of mine. i've had nothing less responsible than this. cash hand, back hand, slap in the face. i want something more real. surrealistic
eyes looking through me. some curvature. i don't know. dining the black mine. a night could only rectify doubt. the newest form, like cherry red. black
sound mockery regaining speed, transfixed on absolution. attempting to overthrow through blind manipulation. a picture perfect memory so real. surveillance
develop a taste for portrayal. see there is a need and see that the need is met. grasp that there is a hope and find hope to begin again. look through
gurgling, gasping for air. i need the breath of life. the breath of life. the breath of life. i am weak from the fight and i can still hear them celebrating