There is a rawness and a tangibility to this struggle, asserting itself like a shawl over the spirit and engendering a gradual fading away of the substantial, particular (in)carnation we occupy. Essentially, we become apologists in an oppression we neither deserve nor comprehend but in which we are too lost to realize the extent of our performance in the disservice.
I shout your name into the dark night A forest of shadows And there is no hyena around to respond Where are you!?
I shout your name into the dark night A forest of shadows And there is no hyena around to respond Where are you!?
"Love potions are just aphrodisiacs Viagra is how many minutes of happiness?"
I shout your name into the dark night A forest of shadows And there is no hyena around to respond Where are you!?
"Love potions are just aphrodisiacs Viagra is how many minutes of happiness?"
