25 de ago. de 2010

Swim


Rough it out
Drink it up

My hair stinks unlike yours
Its scent is like dead cobwebs
Breaks with water and living bones
Sits down, cracks everything and shreds

If you think this is reality
Just drink it up and you'll see
Like Alice in her rabbit hole
Everything comes back to insanity.

Just make... dead Fish!

Your eyes are dead unlike mine
I jump into them and find
Steaming pools of shattered crystal
And the bullet of your pistol

If you think this is reality
Boil all the blood inside of me
Like Alice in her rabbit hole
Everything comes right back to insanity!

Nikku

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