Two bags of cotton candies and 1.5 grams of cocaine.

And so you died and came back alive,
With colourful world she gave you back,
But you still look dead as if you’re a dead cell,
The one where you can’t do anything, regardless the effort.

Yes, she lives to kill.

It is so deep that the wound is infected,
Infected by musical influence of Margret,
A silent music created to make her invincible,
Such dark tune it is, but still she enjoyed killing hopes.

I wonder if Pete knows.

I wonder and wonder, the whole night I did,
But I have no idea of what is coming; I was lost,
Talking about flying elephants and singing horses,
Sinking submarine and crossed joints,
I got lost again in my own thoughts of….I disbelieve.

I want to pretend dead now, good bye.

Its all the same now, bad crows are still bad,
Witches are still evil and manipulating is what they do,
Hunting every little kids and grabs their candies,
Switching it to hypnotising drugs to lure them,
And rip off their virginity; tragedy.

Gabriel’s dream is hanged.

You quiver as you flashback through silent movies,
Something from your past is still intact with your mind,
It’s untouchable nor it is breakable, but it can be block,
It is a never-ending story in your head; like worldwar2,
Not until one dies or loses, or perhaps like now; just ignore it.

As usual, hallucination is you.

You only hallucinate in what you believe is right,
Not considering the risk of leaving your shirts and whatnot,
You travelled into highways to Tentamonium; exquisite,
They have colourful rainbows just like Marry Anne’s eyes,
But those eyes are meant to pleasure, and then kill.

Nightmares of self destruct...Is still here.