Glifos vanos, letras arabes que al cielo escabullen, confusión de sombras y especias del muy antiguo vivir. Luz cual almas ambulantes de espacios abiertos, verdaderos humanos, dioses de antiguos templos, hacedores de nubes y tormentas como solo los rebeldes producen.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you