Our own melodies tune our lives to death
We believe in empty artifacts
words, tones of voice
How do they know of your
confinement
your getting wrapped
in the small fingers you unwound
by chance
How do you stop yourself from
walking into things
you never wished to have found
in the first place.
We believe in empty artifacts
words, tones of voice
How do they know of your
confinement
your getting wrapped
in the small fingers you unwound
by chance
How do you stop yourself from
walking into things
you never wished to have found
in the first place.