998. (MOTHER'S DAY SONG) 28 OF MAY 2013  single's bonus track. But shhh.

Deep. Down. Gazed

When words fail to become written, they will only get misshapen, unused, therefore forgotten.

Silver

Exercise In Narcissism

A shine 
Was a hope, 
Beautiful growing 
Corpse.

If he could hear the prayers 
that I've made for each one lips, 
Which one he'd want to hear?.

Lighting, shocked, 
was a sparkle of life. 
That I'd wished to lived, 
In a second of shine.

Would you take my hands?.

In a beautiful moment, 
my painful life was a dot. 
Just for the dropped tears 
I swear that I felt the ache in to my veins, 
Into my soul......

A twinkle in her eyes, 
-Sparkling down 
Rising with my own hands, 
-Sparkling up 
And said: 
I'm still alive.

From the Bottom to Death (livestreams)

Mother Always Matter

The wind had blown inside the holes 
of its former wood,
and it has revealed the real form of its nature.

Here the brittle words he had said:

 "I imagined the two of us, drinking tea in the meadow    
  we've dreamt, mother, we are timeless now"

Stars oscillate upon the fragile sky,
nightmares had covered the night.

I'm a hollow tree,
I'm a hollow tree now,
timeless now.

Hollow Tree

Squeezeyourthoughts-Ils Sont (live from the echoed bathroom)

	
I'm going to the south, where none will ever find us. 
Alighted on nobodies land, we were keenless on other ones. 

Hunang eyed stulka ser af fotúm hans til dauða hans við að finna fyrirlitningu peirra stað í kuldanúm kvôld. 

Our thoughts are shackled, to the earthen sky, 
but our bodies are attached, to this shallow life. 

Hunang eyed stulka ser af fotúm hans til dauða hans við að finna fyrirlitningu peirra stað í kuldanúm kvôld. 

Hunang eyed stulka ser af fotúm hans til dauða hans við að finna fyrirlitningu peirra stað í kuldanúm kvôld.

Southern lights.

wicker made seats of shunned, lumbering needs

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