The light will increase in January,
and cold it is here again
you are lost somewhere
in your head rotate in circles.
I shredded meat nyhtö oats
like, I looked for ego
cholera from contaminated pools.
I do not know if I can find any more
the way to you in Finnish Maiden
you're just full of illusion.
The Board of Directors banging head against the wall
too many is a dunce,
and a point on the wall just
slats ice. humanity is
has lost control at zero
just about everything remains.
I'm looking for the way humanity there
where a friend of his hand to stretch out,
and the futility of security you pull.