Σάββατο, 3 Σεπτεμβρίου 2011

rorschach's journal [dandelion]


hear the wind blow
whistling violently the impossible
until you have it your way, child

cherish the things, you already know
put on your mask, you don't have to hide no more
what is it that you wanna find?

shimmering highs and lows
puppeteering  in the second degree
I wish you'd listen, we'd all be fine


nobody really knows
who's to blame, for all this blood in my heal
I'd really wish you made up your mind