In the living room of death...
I scramble the patterns of my darkness
out of breath, gasping for redemption of my sins
dusty dream and frighten vision
pave the way for destiny to sky jump
hook me up onto the heavens light
let me remain motionless like the ice above the sea
of dampened dreams and hellish motives make me to cry sometimes
sometimes I dance
sometimes I sleep
sometimes I laugh
sometimes I become motionless
sometimes I remain breathless only to scream at my nightmares
thank you
love
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