I’m writing with my left hand not now but in your head I’m sending a letter to the God-des and She Kicking and screaming watch me on your LCD The distant and abandoned - technical magician Playing with fire tattooed on my neck The fog of your wisdom moving round like carousel Transformation and remote peace Prophet the lazy boy from future Miracle and death floating through the air The only way out is up But you can’t reach the play mechanical disillusion shall remain Blog 0 0 0 0 0 Komentuj