Paroles de Aerial

Colonies of globes Transformed in space In-between falling days the sky turns Course holding bullet divides the atoms Takes their route through me Creates symptoms of illness Aerials are sending (out) Parabolic dishes are receiving Particles of time grow everyday life dull Alerting noise is forgetting the chant of silence Para....sites are mating in love sweat In the night in the night stay by... Aerials are sending...