музиката...

walk with me
and see the world I see
it is our home

it's where we all belong
life is flair
a brittle dress we wear
a fleeting sigh
but though pointless it may seem:
live as death were but a dream

you don't have to walk their way
you don't have to watch the show
you don't have to play their game
and you don't have to die to leave entropia

all remains:
forgotten smiles in frames
two fleeting lives cut down to pocket-size

walk with me
and change the world we see
we'll cease to be just people
passing by home
is where we all get by

you don't have to cry for more
you don't have to have it all
you don't have to win a war
if death is but a dream then don't let me...

...fall asleep


настръхвам
студено ми е
дали ще заспя?... някога пак... с усмивка?
дали ще се събудя така?.. някога?
не знам
не знам

живея с помощта на музиката...
тя ми помага да дишам
да се чувствам жив
но... до кога?
дали... някой ще ми помогне да дишам пак?
някой...
"i need somebody to get me out of this flame"

нямам какво да кажа... пиша глупости
цялата ми мисловна дейност я няма...
не е тука... остана някъде по пътя плд-габрово
или направо в плд...
обсебен? (стенли)

не мога да мисля за нищо друго
само за едно нещо... {Q}
....