Ufomammut
Single • 2024
Like a star explosion we are born Clouds kneading in circles without shape Lights explode in darkness with no sound Black, rough far horizons burn our sky Swirls of smoke are aiming to our core World is dripping slowly into our hands Like leeches of thoughts we're lightning bolts We're dryed dead stars shining from our past
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
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