20.10/20.20

i painT iN blacK a stupiD worD oN thE

walL.

it'S noT importanT foR mE, it'S noT neW foR yoU.

iT giveS nothinG tO mE buT it'S necessarY foR yoU.

i painT iT iN blacK, i painT iT ouT oF linE...
A bulleT iN hearT
thE braiN hangS oN thE dooR
thE nimbuS anD thE wingS
wE puT oN whitE raiN coaT
thE souL iN thE skieS

we'lL pacK iN a Box, we'l L leT iT freE...
thE timE iS 20.10 agaiN.

iM noT whitH yoU aT thE momenT

yoU arE sittinG iN thE corneR anD cryinG.

maybE yoU fooL mE arounD...
i likE tO listeN tO yoU
pleasE opeN youR souL foR mE.
nO thoughtS woulD dO herE

thE timE iS 20.20 agaiN