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Arrows
...Watch some mottled sparks
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
The future...
...Is...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...The clocks spread, seems you're here
Don't need a time-machine
I saw your arrows
Stuck into my days
"Now I've got the dream to chase"
I thought...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...Break through those fascinated fools
f*ck off that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...Watch some mottled sparks
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
...The Future...
...Is...
...Now...
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
The future...
...Is...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...The clocks spread, seems you're here
Don't need a time-machine
I saw your arrows
Stuck into my days
"Now I've got the dream to chase"
I thought...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...Break through those fascinated fools
f*ck off that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...Watch some mottled sparks
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
...The Future...
...Is...
...Now...
Published 21st Dec 2012
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