ziua cu gust de ganglion inflamat

azi, în crăpătura zilei, mi-am prins părul..a crescut cât pentru prima coadă
şi m-a scurtcircuitat prezenţa ta în absenţă totală...megawati putere în timp ce-mi recapitulam poezia pentru ppm-ul de 5h juma
şi am simţit un calm straniu, necunoscut mie...
calmul arctic


ce bine când muzica expiră pentru mine:

Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I’m clean, I’m clean

But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

A white blank page
and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think
when you sent me
to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention
but denied my affections, my affections

So tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

Aah, aah...
Lead me to the truth and I
will follow you with my whole lie
Lead me to the truth and I
will follow you with my whole lie
Aah, aah...