quite.
Alone,
hearing the cold.
Coming throught the window
leaving me with no pain to reset
I've being thinking about all
this circles, I've been turnin' into
an unconscious mind
for all this storyboards
I've tried to live
here, they are comin' to us all...
maybe it's just an ankward word,
or might be just an upsite start
Well, I ask ...
Don't be upsite
I've been drawning
And woaning, or maybe just fighting
for nothing
and falling for this weather's bed
it turn's me up
or turn's me down
or maybe it's just
some ghost who's surrounds me
Well, man....
I've been searchin' for music
I do feel rhymes
and I filled my own with the holistic emptiness
to wonder: how beautiful are the angels who live in the Silence ?
...
... the silence...
I've tried to hold that feeling...
Coming from the spirit of the Silence
that suronds me over and over and over, and over ...
but I can't resist
I'm always being abducteed for the
emptiness body of the full space...
