From where it comes it will follow. For the spring and cold winters shall be new, each year,
to your bones conclude new songs, burden I songs of delight. Flowers devoured by anger of
times passing without permission, some propositions. Higher antenna penetrating and perpetuating
through the underground, not seen just felt by those who still remember feeling. May the roads
collide, may you fall again on her others harms. Only a way, yes, a way to fully grow. Destiny
doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, his beyond all of that. Regret not your sadness or unwillingly faiths
cause the result is endless with it all. Resign better to fulfil your path. Nightmares are songs if they
have your attention: beautiful creatures of the other world. Affection, you say, a solution? No,
attention, I said attention...