Out of a Center which is neither Dead nor Alive

If only lives could paint themselves. The winding roads would not lie. Empty spaces could coexist with empty faces to experience the invigoration of going nowhere at the speed of light. Time's eye left in the sun to blind. Tonight we shall forget the

Life ends as leaves fall. Occam's razor strikes again. Can I dance if I have no soul? If I go under will you find me cold? And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? Blessed realization. Blessed consternation. Suffer

Three hours. Time devours life's foundation. Familiarity He has known this fate before. Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster. A theoretical dream. It all returns to stab and pierce again. 专辑:Out of a Center which is neithe

Falling for feeling. Time stops our hearts again. Visceral emanations break bread with remember, whens and has-beens. The nows and the laters wage war on the forevers. Gladly bound to an infinite end. Now corridors echo with these tongue twisting oat

I won't take this chord from round my throat, and I can't promise you won't find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they're calling to us even now. I will make no sacred vow. A kiss has seal these lips tonight, But in this nig