narcick

the wind doesn't blow here


mind is a razorblade


black flowers blossom


i look at all the lonely people, where do they go


i've killed my world and i've killed my mind


vem bryr sig om hur dagarna går, de vandrar som dem vill, medborgare om etthundra år,
finns du ej längre till


trade winds finds galleons lost in the sea, silver and gold in the mountains of Spain


she's sleeping weeks at a time, when she wakes up she wathces tv, counting cracks in the ceiling


they want to be special, but they still want to please me


rinkydinky God, for putting me on this earth