ill plant the seeds tomorrow, I aint got time today, borrow me ur hands ill light the way, silent safe, violence made portraits define spaces, smile embrace change like a facelift, its late and im wasted, games of faith are playing in my basement and theres endless lanes of strange faces, misplaced erased- twisted and painted grey, on a mission to pave ways im in the picture painting state, so to say, decisions getting critical by minute, indifferent to my feelings 'cause im living with- making dreams so real that i can sit on it.
inget, som om det vore.