Signs Of Darkness Unity And Humidity
I write it on a piece of paper; 'I'll see you on the
other side'
Watch out for the crimson glory, your number at the back
of my hand
Critically we swim away as we laugh the tears away
The ambient air filled with particles of illusions
Your black-brow eyes, not knowing the past-'Do not take
this elevator'
Seven songs unsung, hear all the radioshows craving for
your voice
Marked in grey essence, the evidence is fading
Overtures in red dresses, the soprano pointing at the
undressed lady
She knows, definitely she knows
Vascular malformations-possession of the devil inside the
ebony cage
This is the moment to use the gel
Get inside from behind
From behind, get inside
