I’m dreaming
Would you like to ask me?
There is no fucking room
These are our unbreakable illusions
Would you like to ask me?
Nothing happened
These are our unbreakable illusions
Utopia is like an exit/entrance
Nothing happened
Always stay the same
Utopia is like an exit/entrance
The branches of every tree are brown.
Always stay the same
There is no fucking room
The branches of every tree are brown.
I’m dreaming