When I was a boy...
way back in 1983...
...and the television was my holy spirit
It showered me with sitcom moralities...
That were plumed with technicolour commandments:
Get a girl
Get a house
Have a family
And if it all goes wrong?
Do it again.
That... was the televised truth.
The funny thing about truth...
It’s twisty. It’s.... malleable.
It’s as real as a mirage inside of a dream.
One day when the holy spirit wasn’t looking...
...a smoky silhouette approached me
...and I inhaled, desperate for the scent of him.
It was a clandestine moment...
His eyes, like fire...
I wanted to burn.
And the silence cracks
As the angels rage
And the wolves howl
As my lovely jinn sings
I wanted to burn…
I am the flame
You are the heat
Let’s burn together
Inside the beat
Beje, jei graužiatės, kad negalėjot būti, tai nesigraužkit. Jei gerai išgirdau, Nick'as kažką leptelėjo apie turus 2027. Manau, jie tikrai ketina čia dar sugrįžti visai neužilgo ir dar bus šansų juos pamatyti
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