cipher

We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new.



I was going to say something, originally. But I seem to have forgot. How 'bout those vikes? The fuck?...