joi, 8 octombrie 2009
My mind is shouting for release
stress turns to pressure so easily
Sometimes I find my release in fluffs of green
or maybe the beats that flash from sonic lights
perhaps i should turn to something simple
a quick hit and run of with my friend Oana, even if she's thousand miles away
today here is my hand.
I extend to you
the gift of release
I will take your pressures with me
As i fade into oblivion
I can't make you listen to my preach
It's your choice
come with me
sink into careless bliss.