Violence makes ultra-violence. Hysteria made a shame in our bed. Violence makes ultra-violence. It?s a shame in our bed. ?And don?t look up? he said
Would it sound stupid if I say That everything, and I say everything, has turned into grey? But what else should I say? What there?s out, I don?t like
My words are not clear, I know, at all But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl. Fear is coming And it would blind us all. My brain feeds
