the end
the end listen on youtube or here let the dark faces fall down as I have under the traffics merciless feet to taste the dirt of life light a candle for the blind like me in a squatters basement where I stay guarding captivated spirits in the solitude of my mind. = summer stenches from the streets above evaporates into memories talking to me where I reminisce, about the passage leading down here blocked by staled love letters, broken songs cold heart-ed bodies rejected me over the years for a chat that I can't escape, until I release my last breath telling you what love can do. = it's a constant fight to release a plan words and lies drift away portraits brought me closure in a daily dying place, reminding me that I will too. = cracking earth beneath, carving a grave for me, anticipating my maker, ...