Diorama Panes Of Glass
this place is new
I've traveled far
the world arranged in panes of glass
white liberty
in small amounts
what serves my needs disturbs the mass
an empty word
an empty wall
I trace your name in desert sands
dreamer you are welcome
tell me why are you still out there
beauty sleeps in moments
tell me what are you afraid of
a call for help
in viscous air
some bursting drops to weak to tell
synthetic girl
a sterile f..ck
I can't deny it's true as well
dreamer you are welcome
tell me why are you still out there
beauty sleeps in moments
tell me what are you afraid of
