Fly, fly, fly away and die
My own painted reality encountered
in a bloody sky and a sacred sunset,
overcast and consciously distorted.
I plunge into darkness,
experience the realm of the shades
My subsistence so insubstantial
And strangely obsessed with the idea of
passing away, I wonder why I won’t wake up..
in a bloody sky and a sacred sunset,
overcast and consciously distorted.
I plunge into darkness,
experience the realm of the shades
My subsistence so insubstantial
And strangely obsessed with the idea of
passing away, I wonder why I won’t wake up..
Milchschnitte - 2. Mär, 18:00