Texty:
Allele Tightrope

You never ask if I'm ok The knife in my wrist will take your place You're slipping farther away now I'm starting to break, I can't take it The pressure

You never ask if I'm ok The knife in my wrist will take your place You're slipping farther away now I'm starting to break, I can't take it The pressure

Questo tempo libera la poesia. Passa un'ora e non e piu la mia ma rimane li, immobile quella corda tesa tra la realta e la piu strana fantasia come