the Light Lines of colour drawn over time do I stop to see what they do to my mind I've got to reach deep inside take control and look beyond these colour
etemal church, The love which dies in a nauseous rale, Vomiting her last sweetness in a melodic and proud crescendo, Led through the transparent and fantastic colours
dominion kept us consumed in this prison I won?t jump through the hoops of this system nothing stands between you and the pursuit of your vision I grab a loop of this rhythm
