Deep-pression -

It's another night When you cut your hands in fury Why you cant cut the skies from those heavy black clouds... Cut it whole in two I swear I saw you dead walking along the seashore I could swear But I feel your living breath It's not from the beyond... I smell Smell to much Stench Has no name It just goes down with all ideas we keep In our heads Dont expect anything And you will be rewarded Expect And you will be found broken in the mud All for the tommorows you promised to yourself And the road of pain is just the same line But bold As the life Nothing can stop this great expansion of the universe Nothing can stop hell since it all started You look so great in the dying moonlight Cold rays Wood crawlers - they climb up To smell your fear And delight... Eh sometimes ..it's the same Wonderful road cross in nowhere All stands still Almsot the same But dead Dead from teh ground to the soil up down I stand proud while my vomits drift Drowning me In this cold space I dreamt Quintessence... We dont ask now! ... We answer!!! ... ... ...