Ipso Facto piosenki

And float downstream Let headway be made in circle style for me. Uncoil for me. In sequence, In synchrony. Tune into reverie. one, two, three, four, five Succession is the way inside. one, two, three, four, five Chanting, marching, keep in time. Tu...

Wayward on the tracks, My train of thought will never be Tamed by beast nor man, Taught to understand. Comprehension, a distant land. Interpretation, far from bland. Burning confusion starts the fire. Dancing flames of red so deep, Take my breath and...

Silver cups and saucers whistle When they’re filled with wine. I don’t like their lonely lovesongs, Cry with every line. Harmonise with forks and knives. Do they ever keep in time with me? No never. Wait with baited breath upon The guests who wont arrive. Fa...

In between the black and white, Where concentration can’t be held Confusing in grey haze Endless fleeting visions are wasted in this No mans land More than six and a half Seven’s to far, you’re running to far It’s somewhere in between Here lie thre...

All smoke and mirrors down here where they speak with tied tongues. These words burnt to ashes to bury all that has been done. Illiterate animals reciting history lie. Twisting our tongues til these words lose all meaning and die. I spy with my little eye...