Beatles

Rows conspire of becoming,

odour of a dead man.

A hole in my memory

firmling changing the heir



I am still falling down

Swimming towards the deathlike-sea



Take a deep breath and I am still frozen

I was told to be among my sanity

Reality will fade my illusions of the grey

Take my hand and I will be gone, alone



I am still falling down

Swimming in acting agony



Take a deep breath

and feel the piercing pain

Awoken by the sun

and crawling through the ground

The blindness of my compassion

has grown lame

I can't take part in your sorrow

and deserving pain



Reality will fade

my illusions of the grey

Take my hand and I will be gone, alone

I may speak my way into my opened mind

Hello you freak I am crossing the line!



I am buried in the ground

as a self-confessing down

Buried with the tools of

my value burning misery

My horizon is darkened to your eyes,

I grow the mourn rose

I fuck the damn dignity of lies

and I undo life...