One Chicken Katsu, thigh meat please.
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Initially intrigued by the ridiculous looking timelapse rig I had strapped to my front, these happy funsters thought I might be able to get them on TV. “Oh my godt! Oh my godt! You can get us on TV init!”. I didn’t discourage them from the idea that it might be true, and they joyfully aped for the camera for a few seconds. A better than average walk home.
