limited

fire away ... the guitar time, the drum tensions - the fractions of brain space: now that you've been cut. you can forget all your dreams about brotherhood, unity. the walls are not that weak. my sin, my happiness. the images of a dead man circulate the wires like the legendary blood in her veins. the blue pulse. everytime you close your heart. my mind floats. it explains itself. your life is an empty landscape ... i can see no monuments yet ::: you will never see any. i am dead already though i will live a long life.
far away ... i stand on the street and ... yes, no cars go. tag and rename forever...

::: to live a long lie :::