CLICK for music   THAT SENSE OF DESTINY, THAT SENSE OF DESTINATION THAT I'VE LOST... THE FILTER OF MY OWN IMAGINATION I TRUSTED MOST... BUT NOW, IN MY PRESENT INCARNATION I'M OUT OF KILTER, LIKE A GHOST. I DIDN'T PAY FOR REASON: I SPENT SO MUCH ON CHANCE IT USED TO MAKE A LOT OF SENSE IN THE BEGINNING OF THE ROMANCE WITH THAT UNHOLY CITY, WHERE EVEN THE DEAD CAN DANCE WHERE I CAN SMELL THE DECADENCE WHERE YOU'RE SO YOUNG AND PRETTY OOH, BABE, I SPENT SO MUCH ON CHANCE... AND THEN I BUILT A PRISON: I WAS OBSESSED WITH SELF DEFENSE IT USED TO MAKE A LOT OF SENSE IN THE BEGINNING OF THE OFFENSE I WAS ALERT AND BUSY... BY NOW THAT THREAT SEEMS SO OBSCURE BUT I DON'T FEEL MUCH MORE SECURE MY CASE IS DIFFICULT TO CURE I MEAN, IT AIN'T EASY OPEN MY EYES, BABE OPEN MY EYES... QUIETLY LEAKING OUT OF PRISON THROUGH NARROW CRACKS IN MY MENTAL FENCE I'M SAYING "HI" TO COMMON SENSE I'M SAYING "BYE" TO INNOCENCE AND I AM TRADING CHANCE FOR REASON SO... LET'S CELEBRATE THAT WE ARE FREE NOT TOTALLY, BUT TO A DEGREE LET'S HOPE THAT WE'LL BE NO LESS FREE IN THE UPCOMING SEASON. THAT SENSE OF DESTINY, THAT SENSE OF DESTINATION I CANNOT FIND... THE ENGINE OF MY SELF ANNIHILATION IS WORKING FINE BUT, BABE, IN THE FUTURE INCARNATION YOU WILL BE MINE !     Contemplative Blues ----------------------------------------------- © 1993 Yuri Naumov
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