Donnie drako

Throught the black velvet

Throught the black velvet

I watched the rain drain

every color to grey

happiness is liquid

I've discovered it

and I will die

You will, be my voice

and the flowers will grow

again

again

again

the ilusion of truth

is infecting everything

dying by interpretations we are
reality is liquid

I've discovered it

and I will die

You will, be my voice

and the flowers will grow

again

again

again


Mind, is an endless zero