A wash of sounds, A bleak of lust, Let the unnatural pass of light lift the pass of the past.
Live the Rhythmic sounds, grace the uninposed of life. Don't let this pass, don't embrace the past. This is too good to pass. Were too young to care.
Dreaming in black and white, a pass of sounds. There is no movements, only sounds. A light of grace.
She's dies now in peace let her become all she had wished to be. Let the uncoiling past of her youth come to rest. A brace holds over her still. A Communist girl in the carry of her past this is what she is. Now what she wanted to become has no future it eats at her there is nothing left in the answers she once held.
(no point, just a sprout.)
Live the Rhythmic sounds, grace the uninposed of life. Don't let this pass, don't embrace the past. This is too good to pass. Were too young to care.
Dreaming in black and white, a pass of sounds. There is no movements, only sounds. A light of grace.
She's dies now in peace let her become all she had wished to be. Let the uncoiling past of her youth come to rest. A brace holds over her still. A Communist girl in the carry of her past this is what she is. Now what she wanted to become has no future it eats at her there is nothing left in the answers she once held.
(no point, just a sprout.)
curiousity overcomes me.
take care, and thanx for the luck.