Dividing body into pieces and throw them up-there's no pain. Cold wind is catching some ,it misses the edges of it,just takes the main. My hands are left in dust-forgotten, all hits and strokes, I ve made with them- forgiven, a...

Tell me the story, bring the enigmaSplit the horizon with your quicky mindBet,I will cure your still bleeding stigmaGo outa window, leave curtains behindWill you have made our bed, when we are back,Will you’ve already forgotten my touc...