Won´t you come to paint the pictures at my wall?
Fake I am inside, self-destructive like a war
From night raises some random sketches
And a morbid desire of mutilation
I could be embraced by colorful reveries
But I asphyxiate myself with my anxiety
Won´t You Come?
Where do I begin ?
Where do I stop (when i want to go on) ?
Fake I am inside, self-destructive like a war
From night raises some random sketches
And a morbid desire of mutilation
I could be embraced by colorful reveries
But I asphyxiate myself with my anxiety
Won´t You Come?
Where do I begin ?
Where do I stop (when i want to go on) ?