Blasphemous hands
Is not this the irony of fate that in the face tricky escapes omnipresent demon?
Is not this the irony of fate that your cross is forever rose?
crazy like a sky clouds pass strictly
broken wound lies particularly
Now the mother burn
I
and if the death of yearning and lost pass?
spit
his dreams of escape from it
world dance man
broken dream about a hidden passage sob
face the sun is fleeting...