spilling down... heavy drops... slowing town... where are they from... is this place for real... are we the same... am i that lame... looking for fame... in vain... riding down main... street fighting my one life... ringin' n' riggin'... supporting our troops... serving soups... timing loops... the moment hurts afterwards... every action causes a reaction... the present is an idling needle... pumpin' n bumpin'... gaz... blood... haze... blaze... it feels too real to be... it sounds too sharp to see... it feels too blurry to grasp... it's only a... alfa... b... beta... c... cama... d... data... e... mail... sail... fail... to understand or not... to stand or smoke pot... every single frame is captured... god is in prison... odds are in jails... adam is fuckin' n' fuckin'... in heaven... and it can hurt to be alive...
Labels: Benalmadena... Spain...
