Infant angel, empty the gate, with sound.
See in front of you, your absurd risks,
dazzled by a silent crowd.
dazzled by a silent crowd.
Process drunk opinions like money at death,
ages ripped by an urchin's impression.
Sweet problems make a life in strokes.
I wish life could clean out your absurd time.
This will reach you . . .
Approach, through your studio.
Demand a fresh new deal.
Tap death, a dry drink.
Freedom himself, wears a scratch gown.
ages ripped by an urchin's impression.
Sweet problems make a life in strokes.
I wish life could clean out your absurd time.
This will reach you . . .
Approach, through your studio.
Demand a fresh new deal.
Tap death, a dry drink.
Freedom himself, wears a scratch gown.
I may ask them Father, if the period is up.
To intimately see and discover.
To intimately see and discover.
She thinks about an opening.
Tries always to have the open idea,
a chameleon who guts earth.
Tries always to have the open idea,
a chameleon who guts earth.
Since bad aesthetics surface in gravity.