A nail in the flesh To suffocate all the mess. A flower born dead, But its color's still pink, my friend. A rotten apple falls off the tree. Though it's not ov...

“Breathe the light and see the air Look at me” the mirror said “Stop pulling your head underground, Instead of having it flying on clouds” I said: “Life is wha...

Would it sound stupid if I say That everything, and I say everything, has turned into grey? But what else should I say? What there's out, I don't like it and wo...

My words are not clear, I know, at all But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl Fear is coming And it would blind us all My brain feeds itself on ...

Violence makes ultra-violence Hysteria made a shame in our bed Violence makes ultra-violence It's a shame in our bed “And don't look up” he said, “'Cause the w...