The trees are hunted
The forest is haunted
Hunters are hunting
Les escaliers se montent sans action
Les actions ne suivent pas l’escalier
Hidden during The day
Purple screens and the Apocalypse
The lips may kiss
Oh please, come on and hunt me
Got the music and a beverage,
What else is there than dust and ashes
What else to do than keep on living
Love is an angel.
la société ne tient qu’à un fil.
start to shake for no reason at all..
a deal to never break.
Un renard parmi les loups
I’ll wave at you when it’s over
there is no winner, just pieces that are broken.