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Halls filled to the brim with silence and heavy machinery -
[You think it's heaven, a hideout, hideously intoxicating.
I think it's a story, sense the grain engraved in its trace already, flickering lightbulbs and mossy pipes.]
Between crooked doors and mysterious metal screws
It's so easy to forget how reckless you are,
Hues of nature and unforgiving industry
seep through your skin, light a fire within
my stack of scratched down newspapers and your heavy-metal heart.
I scratch the surface of being an artist, and obscure little letters into copper crossbars.
You drop my lighter down (the drain, the roof, to go a little further)
Wind. Whispers. It hits the ground.
3 stories under, you hear water, I absorb
The end of an adventure.
Long neck metal bird, unheard clinking of glasses.
18°C, Humidity 64%, UV Index low.
04:32. Sun's rising.
© Nachtschwärmer
[You think it's heaven, a hideout, hideously intoxicating.
I think it's a story, sense the grain engraved in its trace already, flickering lightbulbs and mossy pipes.]
Between crooked doors and mysterious metal screws
It's so easy to forget how reckless you are,
Hues of nature and unforgiving industry
seep through your skin, light a fire within
my stack of scratched down newspapers and your heavy-metal heart.
I scratch the surface of being an artist, and obscure little letters into copper crossbars.
You drop my lighter down (the drain, the roof, to go a little further)
Wind. Whispers. It hits the ground.
3 stories under, you hear water, I absorb
The end of an adventure.
Long neck metal bird, unheard clinking of glasses.
18°C, Humidity 64%, UV Index low.
04:32. Sun's rising.
© Nachtschwärmer
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