Every notes are weeping,
making fucking sadness out of each tiny life they have gotten.
Hey Gary, you are a bloody nightmare,
hey Gary you can cut my flesh and pour your blues inside me.
It’s a hardship to be civilized everyday, it’s a hardship to walk on a road full of harmless crowd…
the remorse of a blue sky and square windows…
I know sometimes you also felt like losing it, felt like wrapping those strings around your neck.
I guess the imagination and the booze revoked you also from disappearing into a story.
Hey Gary, it’s raining here…and I am feeling all sorts of devastation in my veins…
Hey Gary can you revoke my body from a pit of cold ashes?

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