18 more days and you will see my face no more.

empty corridors, bad company, cold, silent, sleazy eyes
politics, payment advices, packed lots, tired fingers

"So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes in the night till she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline" - Black Star