Darkroom

Face in my hands admiring view again
Pictures tell me it's only my fear

So I'll try, I'll try to hear what I like
And I'll try to hide what I fear

Ever moving over to the way I wanna be
Attract an energy
Past time stored in my memory
As we are struggling to make sense of human nature
Distraction like a fairground attraction
Communication interacts like we
So reason over remedy ready me infinitely
But lately I admit hard times have hit
But still I like knowing I'll break through it

The fluid flows the seed grows and life goes on
And the fight goes on in this the Babylon we carry on
Surviving striving taking everytime watching time go by
And I tangle with stress feel strain from stress
Man made hell yes in


Taal: Engels