Your Highness,
Your system is exposed to risk.
Your data.
You.
Another day you’re waiting
for the crack of lonely
dawn
questioning your sanity
and what is worth
and true
Sitting in a wheelchair
with a dirty
cotton crown
Your army’s blasting stereo
Wrapped in foil
and glue
Sounds a little gritty
When you’re
high and down.
Visions turning slightly blue…
It sounds a little off -key
When you’re
on your own.
5 comments:
"....I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm anemic royalty
I'm a liar and a thief
I'm anemic royalty...."
ako mojeh, shtqh da ti presipq shepa nadejda, no....vsichko otdavna se prevyrna samo v pqsyk...
lipsvash!
Много ми харесва идеята за "Yr", още веднъж подтрърждава стила ти,така че ме грабна още преди да съм го прочела! И направо ме разбиваш винаги в последния момент - краят е много впечатляващ!:))
един ден, трамбовайки по някаква улица, се усетих че съзнанието ми повтаря "waiting for the crack of lonely dawn".
this should be a song if it is not already
no, Rob, it's not a song, but it might as well become one.
who knows, eh?!
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