| Build me some new light to face in this year's last days, irrelevant in this heart of mine might be the question if I can define what is cold so I just mold my same old gold into silver for its value is speech and with that I'll reach into deeper pleach of uncontrollable emotions and the only thing I will capture in this rapture is pleasure, satisfaction I'll measure in the greatest fantasy of you and me being nothing but meant to be and creative forces is what we'll release, so you may land now, if you please... |
