DID n'existe pas...
Je n'existe pas...
Vous n'êtes pas intéressé par ce site...
Vous voulez rester à la maison et vous occuper de vos affaires...
Tu ne veux pas appeler...
Vous ne voulez pas envoyer de messages...
Vous ne voulez pas que quelqu'un d'autre le fasse à votre place...
Tu ne veux pas visiter...
Vous voulez vous occuper de vos affaires...
Il DID non esiste...
Io non esisto...
Non ti interessa questo sito web...
Vuoi stare a casa e farti gli affari tuoi...
Non vuoi chiamare...
Non vuoi mandare messaggi...
Non vuoi che qualcun altro lo faccia per riferirti...
Non vuoi visitare...
Vuoi farti gli affari tuoi...
DID does not exist...
I do not exist...
You do not care about this website...
You want to stay home and mind your own business...
You do not want to call...
You do not want to text...
You do not want to have someone else do so to report back...
You do not want to visit...
You want to mind your own business...
It starts with a memory...
Just a whisper of a yesterday...
Do you see me seeing?
Do you see my dreams?
Do you want to remember?
What can I forget?
And from there it builds... the scripts don't fix this... the scripts they created this...
They build it up... the mind takes it from there...
And suddenly the world is different.
I've never seen SWAT in action. Never had the desire. But i have a vivid imagination. And this morning, in the darkness they came... Through the silence I could hear sirens everywhere... men, in cars unmarked, marked, coming from everywhere with their guns and their badges, their body armor and their grim faces...
And then it was gone. washed away... washed away by the talkers...
2 to 7 to 5 to 3 to 4 to 3 to 6...
And then I wash away.
