Time - lap photography
Your mental eye like incubate cells
Break your watch
Stop to count
It doesn't matter
We're ready to love
Lock heaven
Like a save
Perfect illusion
Malicious perfection
We're happy anyway
Freeze fate
Fancy hate, it's illusion
It doesn't matter
Blurred, distorted, dazzling
If rain is wet
We're craying all night long
For we waited all life long
And we like surprises
Red neonscrawl, reflected walls
White glimmer, liquid column
Shot in the head
Chromiumplated bones
Hurricanes in her brain