Testo Angels In Vertigo

Chapter V: Angels In Vertigo Dressed in white. In painted smile. Summer breeze. Blow. You feel. You taste. The stars the Sun and space. So blind not to find. The sublime. Color of my world. In bitter green, she comes to me. From dark serene. Below. This pill, you taste. It scars upon your face. So many times we left behinde. The sublime, color of my world. My world. Turning in the void. Like a big bright nothing. Tumble like a stone. Follow anywhere the wind blows. Pail lights and, Short sighted, Black ties and, Bleeding lips and, Street signs and, L. A. Times and, One track minds. A sight into my world My world. Circling the Sun. Like a great white vulture. Angels in vertigo. Falling through indigo sky. Can you see that the world is faded? Can you see that the whole thing´s coming down? Does it taste like the clouds are seeded? Did you hear that the bombers are Heaven bound? In red so frail. Glow. Your tears erase. That smile upon your face. Hide. Can´t elide. The mortified. Color of my world. My world. Crumbling away, like a cheap toy, laying in the street, getting kicked around. Breaking down. Breaking down. It´s breaking down. Breaking down. Black lists, and White lies and, Purple mountains. Silver skies. Hard times. Failing grips. War crimes and, Fleeting trips. Blue yellow red. 10001. Blue yellow red. 10001.