Time - lap photography

Your mental eye like incubate cells

Break your watch

Stop to count

It doesn't matter

We're ready to love

Lock heaven

Like a save

Perfect illusion

Malicious perfection

We're happy anyway

Freeze fate

Fancy hate, it's illusion

It doesn't matter

Blurred, distorted, dazzling

If rain is wet

We're craying all night long

For we waited all life long

And we like surprises

Red neonscrawl, reflected walls

White glimmer, liquid column

Shot in the head

Chromiumplated bones

Hurricanes in her brain