Here we areWe stand in lineOne more time todayThere is no senseThe cigarette in handIt’s all gone badNo name, privilege, no hope and fame We’ve seen it all beforeAnd it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for somethingWe were listening to the heartbeatsIt could take usIt could take our names; it’s […]
Whether He the quaint savant’s power doth held I now not,Albeit aetat a thousand stars’ birth He is –Zuoth I that for reasons to me obliviousAugust of a granditude of servants is He held,And by plastic consonantry e’en more servants to the host addéd are –Pelf they are, dare I say!Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltryI […]
I run as fast as I canTo get a rideTo ride on this wave is all I dream ofI want to catch up with the distant sightI create my speed the way I breatheI can move I can flyI can fly, I can float, I can flyI can groove, I can move so high in […]