Growing Garlic In The House

I have this picture of pure joy
E 'of a child with his gun
that shoots straight ahead at what is not there

I lost the taste, no flavor
This wing of an angel that I lick my heart
But I think I walk straight On the water and what is not there

Dawn breaks or maybe not
Sometimes what seems to dawn
not
But I know that I walk straight on the water and what is not there

Rivuoi choice, control rivuoi
I want my black wings, my cloak
The key to happiness is in disobedience if
A
that there is no reason I swear the way they are done the way I
die safely where m'attacco
My way of being cowardly hoping that there is no

What I take care of the leaves are strong
If I can ignore that the trees are dead
But this is to walk on water and high
On what there is
And here comes the dawn I know it's there for me
Wonderful how sometimes what seems to be if not
fucking, fuck with me
For what is not there