Testi:
Forgive Durden Wonderland

I've got shovels for my hands. Anchors for my legs. Wings jut out my shoulder blades. I can go anywhere. But I can't go anywhere. I'm trapped in a mirror

She exits her gold chariot One pump at a time. Cloaked in her matching pin-striped Arsenal of next month's nows. She grazes through the dark, Downtown

The busy streets And the even busier Patrons and vehicles Argue my elusive steps Through the blur of urgency. Here, I'm always on my toes. Until a abrupt

I followed every single step Listen in didactic manuals. I sat up straight. I prayed to God. I dress my shutters in matching paint. I pressed my nose

I've woken again in an ocean of salt, Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror. They haunt my evenings. Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy

are keyed Or calloused become our feet. No matter how far we go There's no escaping the glow. We'll take our seats at the throne. Wonderland is now

I'm a new drug trafficking my way Through far and distant lands I'll pump through these twisted blood streams To every corner of your body Despite all

The busy streets And the even busier Patrons and vehicles Argue my elusive steps Through the blur of urgency Here, I'm always on my toes Until an abrupt

It starts with a canvas A starchy, blinding white Then comes the flash of illumination And the tools to record the plight So I begin drowning the surface