Blood & Sour Whipped Cream

Tastes black

You have to wait 3 hours

Take back

Set me free from my cell

Tastes foul

I'm perfectly same...

I'm angry, though

Where all those dreams have gone to?

Brother?

Why call me 'brother'?!

Sour whipped cream,

black leather brother...

Why even bother,

brother?

Tastes black.

Tastes foul.

It's not my blood, though.

It's not my blood, though.

17 may 2009