Cotton candy clouds,
nesquik river...

0
A number thought as a nothing...

Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a...
you stand above your gray dead body just starring...

A child so young,
bony and starved...

I'm tired of these polar schools,
it's to cold...

A women in red
can see the dead...

Waiting forever,
thats all i can do...

Lock us up,
close the door...

Only your eyes,
can lock to mine...

Bangin your head without stopping,
Fingers are formed...

Ces peices trs petits,
sont difficiles de ramasser...

Tick,
Tock...