Absolute in Hell
“- I always slay it !”
What will you do after it all, once you have everything ?
I haven’t thought of that yet.
Bleach the scars
Remove the dust
For without movement life is still,
As if you’d make hurricanes walking around
First to the Top
Top for the First
we’d get further without your moods..
Queen is missing
Live life like
Punches and Taxes
make them all
Parfois n’est que mirage de pensées
To the middle
You can get crushed
There’s a certain amount to climb before exiting Hell
What the Fuck
Ain’t bridges, you must create, those you must burn
Ladders you have to make instead