Текст и слова песни Meanwhile – Ego
A cold friday morning I was sit on my desk, the sound of radiator confuses my head, I ask me I don’t know where have I been? I watch my reflection over the screen The shadow fades over my skin as I simply touch this flat screen searching rounded shapes in a pixel sea. Nothing sorrounds me, I wait in silence while this outline stares at me, everytime I look into these eyes behind the squared black.
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