the effluvium of thought...
the effluvium of thought
snakes its oily way past
empty beercans and sadness
the sages were wrong
time cannot be conquered
through time alone
so the day stands still
at the eclipse of
the ethereal
the effluvium of thought
snakes its oily way past
empty beercans and sadness
the sages were wrong
time cannot be conquered
through time alone
so the day stands still
at the eclipse of
the ethereal