George Got His Gun

Spilled gasoline smell and your view Terrified - I can see from the metal cage. How do water drops are kissing and flowing down hanging around your blonde curls. * The thought, restlessness sorrow, love, desperation ... All that drills my skull and enters the brain. Road, dream, tiredness, and fervor of yearning ... I became a piece in the dragon's womb. * Crawling in the muddy universe I'm rolling through the memories, Hypnotized by your heels as they leave the circle where I lie. * The tired rain is washing my consciousness on the shore of a sleepy lake. While through the bubbles of hope love gets out the lake huge and slimy and eats me hungrily and quickly with the creaking tooth. -----#-----