מתוך "פרוייקט השכמה"
When there is no places, In the meantime, tierd street
with
only one pair of eyes...
Preety from only one angle, of our own perspective...
I will go aside, make way for tragedy, make way for the

night...
I'm Slow I'm Brown confusion, no energy or soul...
To interact with small dozes of alcohol,
disease is the way I'm living one step from tragedy, one
...step from the night