All these accidents that happen, follow the dot, coincidence makes sense only with you, you don't have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency, how beautiful to be, state of emergency is where I want to be.

lunes, 7 de mayo de 2007

Isolation










People say we got it made
Don't they know we're so afraid?
Isolation...
We're afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Isolation...


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