Cracks creep; expanding. Cut and fade in me. Wrapped in needles: Razorblade Regime. - Sunburst in rain, the sun hurts again in me. Swollen insects buzz in veins through cease. Inside airwrecks crash and burn my eyes. - Sunburst in rain, the sun hurts again in me.
So the pen in my hand is cleaing out my throat.
From the hands ´round my neck and the spleen making me choke.
This is not a syndrome. This is my distent synagoge: Where the sun´s on parole, death´s on patrol; the colour of black to roam. - Another colour of mind, another colour of mine: Another space in time collides.
So the pen in my hand is cleaing out my throat.
From the hands ´round my neck and the spleen making me choke.
- Sunburst in rain, the sun hurts again in me. - Another colour of mind, another colour of mine: Another space in time collides.