Stories untold

posledné chvíle pred koncom roka zakončené túrou a šampanským a znova Bratislava.

Black wounds

Because words are like gun pointed to the soul

heart and face scarred by loose lips

till eternity maybe, does it matter now?

7/6

Doplňujúce fotky prostredia z posledného fotenia. Les a voda sú magická kombinácia.

7/6 Life/Death

I´m gonna blame you if you let it go

I´m gonna hate this fucking world

I know it´s hard, It´s not easy to love

Let me explain to you

How hard I tried

How I confront with it

Every day, every single night

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16 little stabs on dead actress

I don't get why you killed me 

I don't get this mess 

Sixteen stabs were way too many to handle for both of us 

I don't get why you killed me, I don't care

I don't care that you killed me, I'm not there 

A few words ran through the air, I spat them out in despair 

None of them reached their aim for you licked my blood of your hands 

There's no time for Miss Tate 

There's no time left 

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text by Fiordmoss(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuUz9P5RfEo)