by my best intentions.
Out million light years away
is an interstellar fantasy!
I'm outta control
and you're my kind of drug
an impredictible trip!
And I'm sick of mass production!
Where are my contradictory attractions?
Found in these entries
I spy on the occult!
Nothing has never gone too far
in a Karma
in a coma
in the enigma
for the sake of
the inspiration Hunter!
All the spells of the dark side
stir up my worst obsessions.
My state of confusion is a doomsday
a burglar car in the extasensory!
The strongest alcohol
as much as my fingers in the plug
my necessary electric shock!
And I'm sick of mass production!
Where are my contradictory attractions?
Found in these entries
I spy the occult!
Nothing has never gone too far
in a Karma
in a coma
in the enigma
for the sake of
the inspiration Hunter!
0 commentaires:
Enregistrer un commentaire