I guess you need to come out strong to leave an impression.
Cause all the over polination, could be hard.
Shaking the rocks in the middle of the moutntain,
I wonder if god knows any better than us.
Staring at the shadows of a tigers smile
sharp on bamboo whiskey and the education of constant misunderstandings.
Maybe that's what keeps me going, the promise of failure urging me forward like all of us facing the womb in the sun and I know nothing clearly.
