Well it was a cold world, colder than you know.
He didn't belong there. It was wrong there.
The blind seagulls carved a strange path for him to follow. And he did.
It was the path of the betrayal.
At night, the porn screamed, oh so mute from the nest...
Well it was a sunny world; sunnier than you ever saw.
She was installed at the ample room of her days. It was right there.
Notwithstanding, something.
Something...
New world's essences threw faded questions on the frosty machinal nights of the winter, turning on the Ipod in a magical ball to dance for spaniard spiders and the night winds of Eros...
...Over the small village, the moon shone argentine and animal when all the good people were in their harpies' nests.
The unbearable hour called in madness behind the wall of sleep...
Called.
Called...
Well it was a cold Ëarth; an Earth he didn't belong to.
To.
One evening, the rain did stop wetting him.
Apparently something wrong happened in the windy town.
In the night when all the city lights faded away.
A moon crazy carved a despair's game for hïm to play.
And he did.
And the game is called the end.
