Kidcrash, The
Slow Applause
thunderbolts will fly forever.sure as the west wind blows. atrocious and baffled.sentenced to life in sound prison. the secrets are alwaysthe same. entropy is ingested. hunger-speech, wasted away.somewhere near the top you heard the slow applause, sawyour reflection - yourself in circuit, patient as the lightis in the darkness. the magnetic ache of yesterday
From Letras Mania