To Call For Hands Of Above

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Both under influence
We had divine sense

To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me, no

*My friends and I use to FUCK this song up on the dance floor. Photographer: Chens Z (Sicky Magazine)

You’re Staring At The Sun

I am the conscience clear
In pain or ecstasy

And we’re all weaned my dear
Upon the same fatigue

You’re staring at the sun
You’re standing in the sea

Your mouth is open wide
You’re trying hard to breath

The water’s at your neck
There’s lightning in your teeth

Your body’s over me

Photographer: Andrew Kung