29 acessos
At the end
I became them
And i led them
After all none of us really qualified as humans
We were hardworn automatic
And as hollow as the "O" in God
I reattached my emotions cellular narcotic
From the top of Hollywood
It looked like space
Millions of capsules and mechanical animals
A city full of dead stars
And a girl i called Coma White
This is my Omëga