These days everybody has an opinion
I'm the vandal that wants out of the concrete jungle more jungle in the jungle more rumble
Looking all the time for a sign to snap you out of the pace of this place on
and on and taxi's don't sleep or ducks or pigeons wet street middle abbey streets on fire then you see it
corner of the eye
a crack in the fish tank
a gateway into the mind of men
a vista i've created into my skull you can see my thoughts in here
If you look closer you can see we share the same dreams
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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