IRC-Galleria

Brake the fall, with some glass,
see those holes are empty.

Sunny side, turn around,
brake the chain of envy.

Laugh along, tears inside,
suck your thumb in anger.

Dirty minds, gather around,
it should been served colder.

Diner, Sex, Remorse.


Fall to hole, trought the glass,
find your thoughts are empty.

Sun goes down, chains around,
so pointless to feel envy.

Laugh in tears, alone inside,
point your finger elsewhere.

Dirty minds, all around,
those pieces should be smaller.

Hunger, Fight, Divorce.