No the same
Event after event changed
Just a spectacle that scratches the soul
Truth has no price for the ego
Dagger was unable to leave a trace
Not all deaf and blind because it brings the story
Here is still an old story
Not lost in the sweep of the times
Percolate and feel
Where the legible direction did not escape the taste
Feels now starting not the same
The difference is increasingly felt
Strong walls lost the price
Remember, every step carried on the foot is grass
He wanted to live until something was up
Events seem to be considered a play
Come home to the dream reality
Crush hollow hearted instinct
Return to self loose straps around the neck
The truth of our dreams that thirst
by vonna
"The loss of the dream truth"