Feverish people have the best quotes, so before my mind cools my flesh and vice versa
I`ll write down that story of three drowning men

I wish I had something else to give.
BUt I`m severed
From this world

I`ll give you my last belonging
The only survivor of my soul
I`ll give you my limb,
MY hands, all finger by finger

Have it,
They`ve done their job well
They wrote the lie
(media, they wrote the media)

That killed that innocent one

I killed that innocent one

So take me apart

It`s just that everything else has the mouths

If you were to stare, would there be something always looking back through your pupils? Think outside of the zone, and you might find them. I could never guarantee it better than the day the sun blinded me.

It was from a type of melancholy
I started seeing what happened around me
And from all the colours of the world
Was left only violet
I touched a branch and it bloomed
A track of violet under my sole
I`ve still to find out what it means
But everything burns violet

Ice in my fingers
Ice in my veins
Ice is forever
Ice stays

Bleed out all the rest
The chorus`ll sing
Ice filled lungs
And ice filled faces

A quick sketch

It`s bad manners to hurt yourself, it`s bad manners to hurt others.

I can`t wait until it`s bad manners to exist at all, I`d be happy to oblige that one.