Testi:
Belson

Do you feel safe, beneath the stares of dim lit lights? Never hearing the numbing whispers, The knowing calls and unknown response. You've got a way

We're moving mountains, isn't that enough? We're taking turns at turning backs, And forgoing our love. Distaste Is inevitable, and leaves a bad feeling

Every piece like you is delicate When puzzles count for more than rhetoric. Your answers, your questions, your half-held head. So we?re taking the time

I?m giving up on the thought of coincidence. It doesn?t seem to suit much anymore. You can change the way you read the lines, But don?t stop. You can

Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held

I?m giving up on the thought of coincidence. It doesn?t seem to suit much anymore. You can change the way you read the lines, But don?t stop. You can

Late nights and brake lights Are all that we know, And timelines forget the cities they image. There are promises that we should keep And miles to go

Do we walk on sand or streets? Its your call. We wont walk much anyway. A storys untold of hands That hold the key to all Thats locked up in you. Lets

Let?s meet where the paved roads end. Make sure that we?re secure. The cold words sit on frost-bitten lips, But words, like knives, should cut through