k-punk

‘invisible passenger took my hands in dawn sleep of water music – Broken towers intersect cigarette smoke memory of each other… And zero time to the sick tracks – a long time between suns I held the stale overcoat – sliding between light and shadow – Cross the wounded galaxies we intersect, poison of dead sun in your brain slowly fading – Migrants of ape in gasoline rack of history, explosive bio-advance out of space to neon… Pass without doing our ticket – Mountain wind of Saturn in the morning sky – from the death trauma weary goodbye then.’