It's like the tenticles that grab you by the hands
I think I know where this is going
My mind's slipping like the wind through sands
When dusted eyes are shut and glowing
The steps of dreams that left yourself awaikend
Will never lead the words that will display
Of how deeply high were shaken
The parts and bits that never ment to stay
I never could embrace the movement
Of people running wild under the stars
In search of most fucked up improvement
That might just take them fuckers to the Mars.
The End Motherfuckers.
Its like the tenticles that grab you by the hands
© Copyright: Ахрип Архип, 2012
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