
Fascinating Petronas TOWERS
Într-un turn de sticlă cu geamuri negre şi plate ca la acvarii
steel cathedrals part 1 si part 2
monocrom şi nemişcat ca fotografiile despre clădiri
lipsesc emoţiile pentru că lipsesc stimulii
A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead
