This day, so grey. Betray, and decay. You said I slay. But your mind was so blind. . You could never understand. My point of view. . Despair, beware. This nightmare can impair.
Well, he looks at me with those innocent eyes. And says, "It looks like you're wearing some kind of disguise. Because your hair sticks up, your shoes are untied.
Places. We move in and out of watching faces. Float around the hotel lobby like fishes. They're all blowing air. We know it must mean something. But we just stare.