
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful...
A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.

A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.

Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.

Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
