Gnawing at your fingers in desperation for something you've yet to fulfil.
Running at wild in dreams of an empty stomach.
Having the sun beat down on a sinking benevolence.
The moon casting upon hope for an existence disintegrating.
Waiting for the life to wiggle out of its shyness.
For the Sake of Humanity
Running at wild in dreams of an empty stomach.
Having the sun beat down on a sinking benevolence.
The moon casting upon hope for an existence disintegrating.
Waiting for the life to wiggle out of its shyness.
For the Sake of Humanity
