• walking...
    alone on this plain again?
    only seeing, the pretenders running
    the insane curled in ball

    but me, i am just walking
    walking though life
    ignoring everyone
    and everything

    if theres a hole
    i walk around it

    if theres a hill
    i walk on it

    life doesnt trouble me
    doesnt cease to...
    amaze me!

    it's like...
    a breath of fresh
    hot and wet
    summer air!

    but yet...
    something is missing
    something unexplainable
    something... beautiful

    so thats why i walk
    so i dont miss that thing when it comes
    so i dont miss a chance to be in the presence of something...
    amazing!

    the pretenders will miss it!
    the insane will never even near it!

    but me...
    i will feel its cold breath
    its beautiful voice
    the angel of death
    my love