Come, come into my town
I'll show you, no control of staining sound
Come, come to my place
Do you wanna go?
We could ride on, in the world of poem

Come, come into my town
I must find you as me and paint that owl
Please, do you wanna help me,
we could ride it on and forever be free

Seule dans le desert
je cherche issue.
Pas d'oasis,
pas de miracle.

Are those times really over?
Is this century out of time?
as a people and their feelings,
as love, alone.
We are booming in a mud.
Driving on an unknown road,
have you ever dreamed the end of the world?

We drink their formula,
they gave us a wall to climb.
Company imbalances,
the town is bored...died.
Hearts beating in the wrong tone,
days are the same, the day without a sign.
Do you know your real father?

I yearn for you in sleepless nights
the darkest secret trenching through my mind
like roots expanding in the frozen earth
like branches it grows wild
small leaves unfolding in the wind
throughout the blood into my veins
spreading into the waiting
of a day in spring
when you rest
in the shadow of my rustling crown.

If thou tellst me it is a sin
To live life blissfully by his side
I shall escort that with a grin
For thou knowst not of his own kind.

Though thou may see me as befriended
With a demon and all his kin
I assure thee I'm not stranded
My spirit's more alive than it has ever been.

Do you hear my laugh, when you
come near?
Do you see a spark in my eyes,
when you look at me?
Do you feel the shivers down my
spine, when you touch me?

Can you tell I adore you, when I
hug you?
Can you tell I love you, when I
kiss you?
Can you tell I miss you, when I'm not with you?

For rain outside I have a smile,
for sadness in your eyes I have a hug,
for every tear on your cheek I have a kiss.

Even thou we are miles apart,
I am never alone, because you live in my heart.
I don't even know how you came to me,
but my heart is yours and I don't want it back.

INTRO

Gazing trough two tiny windows,
that Normal people call eyes,
I see the smoke of death,
and the World I so despise.

Let me tell you a story of sorrow,
but dare not to show signs of sympathy.
for the character of this Fable deserves none.

The story tells the tale of a lesser person,
a shade slumbering within a cage of flesh.
A soul that swapped control of itself for
fake feelings of freedom and friendship.

I think it’s kind of neat,
being nobody.
You always get the work done,
everything is “your business”
and when something goes wrong -
why, “ Somebody must have done it ”!
Yes, I think I like being nobody, no-one at all -
spending my days like a fly on the wall.

Ladybug stranded
on my shift key.

Bedtime soon, dear friend?