The Rip

Fuck genius, what's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning, let's drop them I know where they can go, your neck is blocking the hole Let's start from zero, now listen close This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world We're slaves to radios, w

As she walks in the room centred and torn hesitating once more as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt I realise that love flows Well, white horses, they will take me away and the tenderness I feel will send the dark home to me will I follow? t