UntitledWe tried to climb the rainbow to view the world from aboveBut your hands lost their grip when they longed back for earthly love.So now I'm stuck here in the future, chewing on a dreamRaindrops dripping down my body in a never ending stream.You don't seem to understand the ones that live tomorrowThe sky is thick, the air is thin, the clouds are filled with sorrow.There's music in our dreams, and in our nightmares too.When summer comes and wakes me up I will return to you.
A stream of consciousness.Out there is a world of death surrounding me, regardless of the difference between love and misery.The walls are coming down, they are trying to show me the world that's out there, where the moon is only visible because of the sunlight that shines upon it.Work in progress: I couldn't care less.My brain is hypnotized by drugs and my mouth repeatedly forms the never-ending words "cigarette smoker"as I'm hopping on and off the little bench. My coloured legs cannot touch the same ground that keeps my ignorant mates together. They both tried to escape through a hole in the ground, but failedwhen they saw their futures going up in the very smoke that escaped from their lungs.Turn down the lights and light a cigaretteto set the building on fire instead."A pathetic fantasy" you called it,and when you picked up your instrument you simultaneously dropped your accent.We must make lyrics out of human flesh. We could be romanticists if we hadn't turned into miscreants made out of mathemat