This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
The 28th dayShe'll be bleeding againAnd in lupine ways,
This is the new hateThe world just turns and turnsUntil
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairsI lick my l
We are beggarsWe are so fucking weakAnd once upon a time
From the skyline dark clouds move in.They shroud me with her
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.