My view is the negative photo,
My trip is the edge of the knife.
According to personal motto
I walk through the gloom of the life.
I walk through the hollos of crows -
The slave of unrichable stars -
I′m strange in the countless rows
Of imbecile posters and cars,
In feast of the crusified logic,
In every illicit affair...
I′m lamb till the end of the orgy
And ruffian during the prayer...
mp3 - vanessa mae-storm