[Imaginary - Evanescence🎶]
They sprinkled the massacre in your ways.
They will tell you to stop after miles.
I say, they're just going to say.
But you will distinguish over time the fine line between
doing what is being said
and just listening.
I said, they're just going to talk.
And of course, they shout every night
in your head full of shards of glass.
*
When he took off, I quickly rose to the sky after him and we started to glide down from the sky. This time we were not going straight down. We had progressed by drawing curved paths in the sky. I thought this was pointless. We were in the sky, was it normal for us to proceed like this?
