Testo Angel Rat

The idiot walks along a canvas

Sunday rendezvous; mister phobia



"Maybe, today, fear will go away, I'll
Fly!"



A gruesome rain, a seraph wailing

Flapping madly, shaking on the wing



"Listen, my friend, never look down

From the cliff"

"Take care, beware! do try to catch
The eclipse"



Obsession, the will to fly

It would be nice

Still, a nagging doubtful mind

It will be fine

Straight ahead half luna shines

Now is the time



Here comes darkness

Distanced from above

Bold emptiness

Omniscient fog



Up on the edge

Ready! one, two, go!

Rat or angel

Does one really know?



The idiot walk along a canvas