open all the boxes

We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up.

you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away on a wave of mutilation

unfinished

He dont even break the branches where hes gone

All through the night, until the light of day, and we are doomed to play

In a silent way.