Imagine
Imagine how I feel to understand the bitter truth
When someone wins, the others have to loose
Participating in this selfmade game without rules
The players turn to stupid wisers with the aim to punish clever fools.
I’m sick and tired of pretending for the growth of lie
It’s majesty Chance became the top of any points, exchanging low on high
My soul just seems to be the prisoner of body
Still spinning out the limits, rising lucid head to watch the secret of the sky
Absorbing absent-minded air and swallowing the surface of the gist when holy wine is bloody
Nowhere is the name of puzzled place, I found out, an absolution is the substance of the wet to concentrate the dry.
and i don't mind if you don't understand a word
i will speak out for hope
cause i just have to try
20-05-2007
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With all that separated meaning of mixing opposite of light and dark
Between the circumstances happened to be at least one hint of truth
To cook the mushrooms right won't make the words lay smooth
Sorry, but I didn't get your message in this specific verse
Олег Артынов 28.08.2011 04:31 Заявить о нарушении
though not for everyone to understand.~
Анна Стессель 02.09.2011 13:54 Заявить о нарушении
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