The walls glow from a screen
Bouncing its loneliness in grey hues
– The fake life in real colors-
And the room looks like the inside of an egg.
The longing is goo and
Our love is a chicken waiting to die.
The walls glow from a screen
Bouncing its loneliness in grey hues
– The fake life in real colors-
And the room looks like the inside of an egg.
The longing is goo and
Our love is a chicken waiting to die.