2015. jan. 12.
2015. jan. 6.
I Origins
Burning papers into ashes,
what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
Write some stories for tomorrow.
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.
That I've done.
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