Perfect imgination

Perfect imagination

And must always speak to the point

Movements of the Eye, breakfast buffet from all sides

And you’re there

It’s not something I can avoid

There is nothing to protect from

The perfect sin is right there

But this life is funny on many ways

And how I choose is nothing new

My body is wet of sweat in dreams

Wake up with a cold to catch you once

But I know that you roam, freely much like the Wolf

And your Cold will be heard across the Valley