paradoxcycle
Bluelight Crew
while i sit in this desert, the wind rustles advertisements for fast cars fluttering. like tumbleweeds. the beauty of this century the exhaust rises to make clouds. i'm alone here, so still the world softens for you once in a while helps you get on your way turning west you get hit by a murder of ghosts- a murder of crows with thick wings that hide you, smother you
blindness will protect you, they'll say they'll say, you've got enough.
pretend you're transparent and breathe in the fumes of winter fuel clear through your whole body. listen to this new composition, to this piece made up of traffic sounds crescendoing engines this modern society. we'll sleep to the rattling of subway trains of commercial air flights.
i just need the feel of your pulse in your fingertips just feel you frust, frustration. someday, you'll never look back again, boys who walk like they own the ground underneath their feet my fingertips burnt to ash.
blindness will protect you, they'll say they'll say, you've got enough.
pretend you're transparent and breathe in the fumes of winter fuel clear through your whole body. listen to this new composition, to this piece made up of traffic sounds crescendoing engines this modern society. we'll sleep to the rattling of subway trains of commercial air flights.
i just need the feel of your pulse in your fingertips just feel you frust, frustration. someday, you'll never look back again, boys who walk like they own the ground underneath their feet my fingertips burnt to ash.
