and nothing happens...
When I die every night, dreams tell me about my inner universe,
that mindfucker whore...
That slut revealed me the meaning of the life in a dream.
Yes, I had the fucking answer!
At this point, my biggest concern is how to describe this with words,
how to remember...
In just a second all was clear but... I woke up.
The wind hits my window fiercely,
moon rays are being filtered through the curtains and as every night
the Insomniac's Damnation performs it's show...
How could I sleep?
I remember those sweet lips... Why now?
I remember those sweet lips... Why now?
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