Rivotril.

Looks like the mumble and I'm falling apart
Looks like there are mouth shaped abysses
To digest me while I'm alive

My arms gets dead
My legs gets mad

My head got aches, and my eyes shut dead
But the better, I get creative like Bob Dylan
And I don't give a damn to what they say
If I write insane, or if I rhyme, or invent it my way

The words are mine, and no one else's
And my world is mine too

From the understandable night of sleep
Where the dreams are neither bitter or sweet
When all you feel
It's the wind
While you're cliff hanging...













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