That's quite ironic. something eddies in me. I entrust my body to it. unchanging days. I was looking up the smoke I found a spider gazing me through a gap in the smoke. As if myself losing the way to go I can't move like the bu*terfly caught in the web. I would play into your hand, if i struggle. How long do you keep me as a preservative food? For me, you seem to look over there. How long do you keep me as a preservative food? It's your territory I'm a wingless bipolar How long do you keep me as a preservative food? For me, you seem to look over there. How long do you keep me as a preservative food? For me, you seem to look over there. There's a reality behind the window The rain drops are like tick If you wait a little longer, i would fly, before the smoke would be gone.