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And we laugh like soft, mad children..
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity.
First thing you see..
Enter again the sweet forest, enter the hot dream.. Come with us, everything is broken up and dances..
Indians scattered, on dawn's highway bleeding.. Ghosts crowd the young child’s, fragile eggshell mind..
We have assembled inside, this ancient and insane theater, to propagate our lust for our life,
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets..
Ooh great creator of being, grant us one more hour, to perform our art and perfect our lives.
When the true kings murders are allowed to roam free, a thousand magicians arise in the land.. Where are the feast we are promised?
Oh thank you for your light :)
A city rises from the sea, I had a splitting headache from which the future's made..
Post je objavljen 22.04.2007. u 21:15 sati.