Tekster:
Data Romance

I feel so far from everything, I try to find a silver lighting and everything around me fades; and dreams of you have turned to grey. I tried to keep

pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons, the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal. a metronome timed to my panic stricken

pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons, the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal. a metronome timed to my panic stricken