hiding behind superstitions

gets me nowhere

i know what it's like

to have clipped wings

i can't even fly anymore

the past has fallen with my hair to the ground

and i'm left dizzy spiked with black and raw

staring into the eyes of a dog

that looks back through glass and emptiness

my problems lie

in my obsession

there are no stars

only everything

there are no stars

only images

there are no stars

only images

there are no stars

only images

there are no stars only images

there are no stars

only images

there are no stars

the images

there are no scars

we go together