phenobarbidoll

för de dubbla inläggen, inte mitt fel att den inte är så smidig.

I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me, Cos I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are illusion & dream
In other words dishonesty